The Importance of Clearing out Psychic Space/ Creative Anxiety

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What my head looks like when I do too much reading and not enough writing

Last night I felt agitated and drained, as if I put in a solid day’s work—yet I didn’t feel satisfied, probably because I didn’t accomplish a thing. I spent my entire Saturday reading. I also did some thinking about a novel that’s growing in a shady, back quarter of my head. The result? I felt overstuffed, overfilled with information, facts, ideas, musings.

And I didn’t clear out any of that psychic goo. I had piled a bunch of brown boxes into my mental storage space, but didn’t do any cleaning. I didn’t release any creative tension—I just kept refilling and refilling and refilling, and by 9 pm I felt dizzy and confused and very, very frustrated.

Lesson learned? I’m supposed to be creating, writing—not jamming my brain with facts and information to the point where I feel psychologically bloated and exhausted. Damn it, I want to use my creativity and exercise my imagination, not keep my powers dwindling on the sidelines.

Note to self: I need to do more writing and less refilling. A balance of input and output is needed. If I don’t actively workout my creative muscles, passively feeding them with more juice will only make me feel mentally bloated, listless and clueless. It’s important that as I restock the well, I also simultaneously lighten the existing load.

Cognitive overflow makes me feel crazy. Relieving creative tension, on the other hand, keeps me sane.

Best,
Aaron.

Image by ryochiji (Creative Commons)

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2 comments on “The Importance of Clearing out Psychic Space/ Creative Anxiety

  1. Cat says:

    you have just utterly described many of my days/afternoons/evenings/nights – ‘mentally bloated and useless’ – that is also my common experience after an informational bacchanalia including continuous access to the mental vomitorium – it has practically become a Quest to travel down the completion of X,Y&Z and not deviate significantly from the Path that I can not Find.

    And knowing my blindness to it does not paradoxically help me ‘see’ it.

    At least, now, I know I am not the only one, There is comfort in that at least.

    (that’s my way of saying thank you – excellent words)

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