Recently I chit-chatted about ‘refilling the well’ of creativity.
The only problem I have with that is that I don’t feel like a well. I feel more like a grape.
When I’m working on a big project, or a pretty steady stream of little projects, I begin like a grape–round and ripe and full of juice. As I type/scribble away the liquid slowly squeezes out. Eventually I reach the end. Drained and wrinkly, like a raisin. Physically I feel that way. Dried out. Less rounded.
Now that I’m not focused on the hugeness of a project I can feel the swelling begin. Soon I will be a nice, ripe grape again, ready to squeeze out new ideas, thoughts, and weird anecdotes. Makes me curious about how other folks feel when they’re ‘recharging their batteries’ or ‘filling the well’ or ‘gassing up the tank.’
If you were a physical object that needed to jumpstart (or whatever, you people know what I mean) what would you be? I’m totally a grape.
Jenny writes dark fiction that her mother hates. Her stories and essays have appeared in Across the Margin, Pantheon, Shimmer, Black Denim Lit, Skive, and others. When she’s not writing her own stuff, she’s reading mysteries for Criminal Element. When she’s not writing fiction or reviews, she’s writing/directing/performing/designing plays at Springs Ensemble Theatre.