Writing

The Perils of Being Creative

I want to do art.

All the time.

Those who aren’t part of the crafty-creative crowd probably hear that and think that’s great. It is not great. Well, it is, but it backfires in that I have SO MANY creative things I want to do that I often end up sort of short-circuiting and not doing anything. It’s the most frustrating part of being a creative person or at least a person with a creative-drive in the way that dachshunds have a prey-drive or border collies are driven to herd sheep.

My brain alternates between thinking of creative stuff, being anxious, and being burnt out, and there’s a lot of overlap between all three of those things on any given day. Most nights I go off to sleep thinking of book stuff or thinking about the creative projects I have started that I haven’t finished or things I want to try. As a tween and teen, I would literally go to sleep by thinking about my characters or the world I was creating in my stories, replaying scenes in my head until I drifted off. As an adult, I tend to fall asleep in bed on my laptop or holding my Kindle or fantasize about craft kits I have waiting to be completed (with an edge of guilt).

The problem with having a creative-drive is that isn’t the same thing as a drive to finish said creative projects. I just want to dabble in everything. I have a running list in my head of random artsy things I want to do that I’ve never tried: rug-making, more advanced ceramics and glaze techniques, embroidery, bookbinding, pixel art, making a game, etc. This doesn’t include all the art made by other people that I want to sample like video games, books, movies, and museums. Right now, my dining room table is littered with the detritous of a project I haven’t completed. I started working on a Valentine’s Day themed plastic canvas village right before Finn died, and for months, I couldn’t bring myself to work on it again (his unofficial birthday was Valentine’s Day and he died not long after, which double hurt). Even if the kit didn’t feel mildly blighted, there was a good chance it would have sat on the table half-completed for months while I gallivanted off to work more fully on a writing project or some other all-consuming craft.

Being creativity-driven means going where your brain blows. The process is really what pulls you. A border collie doesn’t necessarily care that the sheep end up in a certain place. It’s getting them all there that does it for their brains. Creativity is like that. I want to move the crochet hook over and over and over to build something. I want to add words to build up an image. I want to add more lines until a picture emerges. The process is what gets the good brain juices flowing. It isn’t until other people step in expecting you to finish something that the product becomes a source of stress or a slightly bigger source of dopamine.

I think a lot of us avoid finishing things for the crash that comes after finishing a project. A large part of it is that there’s the question of what comes next. You know you might aimlessly wander between projects for weeks until something clicks and the good brain state starts flowing again. The itch can be unbearable, or if the project was hard, you know you might be fried and unable to do those fun projects until your brain scabs over and heals and not picking that itchy scab is difficult. The other part is that if you release your projects to the public, then you have to face the stress of other people perceiving your work and you and having opinions about both of those things.

The problem isn’t that creatives shouldn’t monetize their work. It’s that creatives shouldn’t have to monetize everything they do or worry they are wasting time because dabbling in “unproductive” things is part of a creative-driven person’s brain and process. Turning everything into a finished product that must be put out to consumers in some way, shape, or form is demoralizing and impossible. Not everything is worthy of being finished, and not everything is meant to be consumable. Sometimes, it’s just for fun or to pass the time, the artistic equivalent of doing a puzzle. The best way to keep your favorite creative from completely frying their brains is to have basic universal income, so they could monetize certain projects and still dabble when the mood strikes.

Learning is also part of being creative-driven. Most of us want to be jacks of all trades, but society sort of beats it out of us that we don’t have time for things that aren’t making money now or aren’t seen as productive now. College, for many of us, was a liberating experience because it gave us permission to make space for those creative projects or new skills that we might have otherwise skipped for something more “productive.” Being creative-driven is being driven to do and make, yet it’s often seen as lazy or not real work or a waste of time. On a logical level, looking at these people and the bigger picture, I get why they think that way, but I also think a part of it is not understanding that for creative-driven people our minds are never quiet. We’re constantly turning ideas over even when our hands are empty and still, and I think that scares people who have to sit with the silence and blankness rattling around in their heads and wonder what could be in its place.

Personal Life

Prioritizing My Dreams

I have quietly come to the decision that I want to work toward becoming a full-time writer or creative. I’ve been thinking about this for a long-time and have been prioritizing my goals over the past few quarters to reflect this. At first, I wasn’t sure if this was even a tenable goal since my author income was pretty low after I derailed my marketing and such during the great burnout of 2018-2019. After reorienting myself to market my backlist better and publishing The Reanimator’s Heart, I’ve seen my income increase. It’s nowhere near what anyone would consider full-time, but it’s beyond what I ever expected to make this past year.

What I would like to do is incrementally move toward this goal of being a full-time creative, and I am taking that first step. I’m only working at one university in the fall. I won’t rag on my past employer, but I find working at this particular university is more stress than its worth. The class sizes are very large, the parking is miserable, and they have a tendency to cut my class like two days before the semester starts, which means I get left in the lurch and unable to make up that income anyway. By only working at one university, I will have more room to focus on my writing while, typically, dealing with smaller class sizes and a more predictable schedule. This university is better for me as I know and am friends with most of the full-time faculty in my department, the vibe of the students is different, and generally, I leave work feeling good rather than frustrated. This is the school where I teach creative writing classes, so I feel like my skills are valued there.

The hope is that I can write more while only teaching at one school. For my writer friends, this part is obvious, but more writing means I can publish more books, which, hopefully, means an increase in author income. Right now, I have decent momentum going with The Reanimator’s Heart and its sequels. I’d like to continue that, but if I’m bogged down by 3-4 classes, I can’t do that.

I know there are some of you out there who are like, “Kara, are you out of your mind? You are willing to trade guaranteed income for hypothetical income.” Yes, I am, but working in academia is never truly guaranteed income. Sadly, this is something I’ve learned a lot over the past few years. Classes get cancelled last minute, you get ghosted by universities, or suddenly a school decides to swap class times and your commute is now 2 hours longer than it needs to be. This costs me gas money, tolls, and my time. The last one is really what has been bothering me. I waste so much time driving between multiple schools or dawdling between classes where the schedules don’t line up perfectly. And I don’t want to do it anymore.

I’m still keeping an eye on the scant academic job listings, but more and more being an indie author feels like a realistic option. I don’t need to make a million dollars. I just want to make enough to pay my bills and occasionally go out to eat or buy myself something nice. That bar feels doable, though I hate that I need to figure out quarterly taxes. On top of all of this, I’m neurodivergent, and I think working for myself, eventually, would be a good option for me. I’m self-disciplined, driven, and willing to work hard to become a full-time creative in the future. Something I would love to do now that I’m dabbling with art again is make planner stickers. I absolutely love using them, and I love drawing objects. The intersection of two of my passions would be a great thing to explore, and this is why I initially wrote in this post that I’d like to be a full-time creative. A writer who also draws and has a little sticker store would be something I would certainly be interested in pursuing.

For now, I’m definitely still working at the small university as long as they’ll have me, but ultimately, being an author is the star I’m steering toward.