Creativity is a function of humanity

We’re all creative in our lives. It’s a thing we do. It’s part of our psyche. Even those of us that pretend not to be creative have a creative tendency. There’s no magical difference between people who “create” and those that don’t. Because honestly, there is a very small percentage of people who don’t, if any at all. It’s a function of humanity.

We cook. We knit. We crochet. We make movies. We read. We put a lift kit on a truck. (And by we on that, I mean, other people who are not me. Still creative though). We make sand castles.

Reading itself is a creative act. We’re actively engaging with fictional characters, imagining the world they live in, and build a personal relationship with the characters in that book. Some of us are more creative than others. Some make their creativity into a career. But humanity is all about creation.

I’ve talked about this before. That term, “aspiring writer.” God, how I hate it. You don’t aspire to write. Either you do it, or you don’t. Perhaps you aspire to write professionally, but you’re still a writer. Writers write. They don’t aspire to write. They just do it. Publication is a milestone, no matter if you’re doing it traditionally or self-publishing. You can aspire to be published, but no one can measure you as a writer. Either you write or you don’t.

NaNoWriMo just ended last month. There are hundreds of writers out there that have a newly completed manuscript out there. They’ve all done something awesome. They’ve given life to something inside them. They plotted and planned and wrote and they now have a shiny new story that they created.

We’re all creative at heart. I won’t go into what prompted this blog post when I said I wasn’t going to blog anymore. Just suffice it to say that you should go hug someone close to you that considers themselves a creative person.