Writing and Creativity

Ideas for stories are everywhere. You can find them in real life, on TV, in other books, and in your own imagination.

According to the Cambridge dictionary, creativity is the “ability to produce or use original and unusual ideas”. Some of us have more creativity than others. It’s believed that people with ADHD, like me, are more creative than neuronormals. Which I can believe. Creativity creates ideas in your head with a small filter of what should happen, what is realistic or how things connect. We have a little filter between these jumps, which you can notice if you are talking to someone with ADHD, and their, our, conversation jumps from one thing to flower pot, as we say in Finland. This is a big part of creativity, the ability to jump from one idea to another.

These jumps can be measured. I have been told of an exercise where you are asked to write down ‘what can you use a brick for’. So this includes the normal ones, like to make a wall, a fence, a road or an oven. Or it can include stuff like something to step to reach higher, a paperweight. If you give it to a child, it could become a character or vehicle. There is a little filter in our head that thinks, ‘oh, this is stupid, not that’.

For writing, I think it’s important to stop thinking that way. There are no stupid ideas when it comes to creating a new world. This comes naturally to me as someone with ADHD, but I think anyone can create a safe place for themselves where there are no stupid ideas. A spark of an idea can create a world. You can get these sparks anywhere. I got the spark for my series from a tv series. It was a simple what if. What if instead of that happening, what if this happened. That was the start I needed. Then I started to write down a few things, and it keeps growing and growing until it was a full world. Another great starting place is dreams. Write down dreams, and they might spark something to write.

To support creativity, figure out what works for you. I am someone who tends to prognosticate, so I use that as a pro for creativity than a con. I start thinking about whatever is bugging me. It can be a scene, a person. I start to think about them, their relationships with other people or scenes. It usually goes somewhere when I just allow myself to relax and be open to it. It won’t happen if I’m stressed. Some people prefer just to write and write. I’m not the type, but there is nothing wrong with being either type. Knowing what works for you will help you. If you try to do it in a way that doesn’t support who you are, it can make you more frustrated. Self-reflection helps here. Get to know yourself. Ask yourself questions.

I hope this helps to get you to think a bit more about creativity. Most importantly, I will say, try not to worry and stress. Do something relaxing, take a moment for yourself.

Community and Writing

Writing can be quite a lonely thing. You are holed up in your room, writing away. Having other people or pets can be distracting and interrupt your flow in your writing. Writing is also hard work emotionally sometimes. But it’s not something you have to do completely alone. There are different types of communities for writers and I am going to talk about a few of them.

One of the ones I go to most is the Twitter #writingcommunity. They are loads of advice and writer’s lifts to get to know others and get your own writings out there. You can ask them for advice on things that are puzzling you. I think they are an incredibly supportive community. If you are intending to publish your work, it also shows the tears of frustration and success.

The other is also group meets. I’ve found some from Meetup and from my nationality’s community. We have a pretty strong community and I think the big reason is that there aren’t that many of us. We try to keep in touch and one of the things we have is a writer’s group. Now that world is opening again, there are meetups in pubs and other places. There is a lot to choose from depending on what you can and want to do.

You can also take part in a degree or course in writing. They often have their own groups as well where you can meet with other participants. This is a more expensive option but can take your writing to a next level.

There is also the Discord. I am part of a few Discord servers meant for writing. I literally just went on google and searched for writing Discord and found a few very interesting ones. I am also part of some of my university ones where they are less about writing but more about community for similar people and some of us write.

Writing doesn’t have to be a lonely adventure. I personally think it’s important to talk to others, you can bounce ideas and vent about your frustrations.

Blocks

I am right now in a writing block. It’s not as much a creative block but just a block that is not letting me write. I just wanted to explore the few different ones that I have got so far.

I have had creative blocks or writer’s blocks. These mean different to different people. For me, they mean that I cannot think creatively about what happens next. I am just stuck. I have identified a few reasons for this. It might not be the same for you. For me it means, I have no way forward. I have noticed this keeps happening when I don’t have an outline. I am a plantser, so I like to write from the seat of my pants and plan a bit. I usually have an overall plot. I have a few points where I need to get, but I don’t know how I get there until I write the story. If I don’t have a point to go to, I tend to get stuck.

Another thing is that I might have a completely different idea of what is about to happen, which doesn’t go with my outline. Until I figured out how to accept and bring two ideas together, I would be stuck. It can sometimes take a bit of time and go from different angles.

Sometimes I just don’t know what to do next, even if I know where I’m supposed to go. Nothing just comes to mind. It feels like my mind is a complete blank.

What do I do to help these situations? With the first one, I would try to write out an outline. Sometimes this does lead to the third problem. If I get any ideas, I will write them down, and eventually, it will become a full novel! Sometimes the ideas are completely random and it feels like they cannot connect, but it does come together. Again, it does connect to problem two.

For the second block, I go visit my world. I admit that I have hyperphantasia and ADHD and I can literally see my world like I was in it. I read what I’ve written, listen to the people, see what is out there. I try to catch an idea from something tiny spark. And sometimes, I just have to start writing and the magic just happens. I think often we are too worried or stressed and that blocks our creativity. We want it to go one way, and it doesn’t want to. We just have to give it time and it will right itself. Just the process.

What do I do when my mind is completely black? I need to figure out why. The first thing I do is take a step back. If I’m too close, I won’t be able to see the problem. The problem might be that one of my characters want to do something else. The worst thing I can do to myself is stress myself out. I cannot give myself too tight deadlines or write every day. It will block my creativity if I have to force it. I will stress myself and my mind goes blank. When that happens, I try to destress myself. The best way is to do something else creative. I love dancing, painting and singing. I just need a creative stress free outlet. So, I do something else. When I am less stressed, I start thinking properly again and I have a good idea.

The best ideas can come from anywhere. I have gotten what if idea off a tv show. What if that happened. I can also do it with my story. What if my main character encounters something weird like a dragon? I would say normally, what-if scenarios are to be avoided when it comes to real life, but as a writer, I find them to be amazing!

Sometimes it’s about a lack of faith in yourself. Some people say don’t this, but sometimes having a friend or family member read your story and most likely they will like it and it will keep the motivation to write going.

I hope this has given you some ideas!

First time at the Mansion

Sam looked up. She could see heavy stones being lifted up. It was impressive work. They were rebuilding the Mansion. The previous had been destroyed with the help of the King’s army. The king wasn’t a fan of light magic and how the witches were helping the resistance against him.

The Mansion was a little misleading. The area would have multiple buildings. Two houses were going to be dormitories. One for nonmagical people who were helping with the witches. They included highly trained personal guards for the highest-ranking witches. They also made sure that everyone in the Mansion would be safe. There would be a huge garden behind the main building. They were going to grow much-needed herbs in there.

Sam had never seen anything like this in her life. They used old fashioned cranes to lift the stones. No normal rope could lift such a heavy stone, but the ropes were infused with magic. They were almost impossible to break. Sam could feel magic radiating from everywhere around her. The grounds were infused with magic which was the main reason the council had chosen this site.

Sam looked in amazement at the first-floor stones being lifted. She could see the woodwork disappear behind the heavy stones. At this rate, it wouldn’t take long for them to build the whole building. Sam predicted it would take a week before they would be moving in furniture. It wouldn’t be a small building. It was going to look more like a castle. They had said it would house the council, plus their apprentices. It would be easily more than dozen people at this point and the council wasn’t fully assembled yet. It would also house a war room and library for more dangerous artefacts and books. Witches didn’t fight in wars as such as they are being of light magic, but they needed to protect and heal in battle. Their magic prevented them from killing others. Which was the main reason why they had their own protective forces.

Sam looked around. She was standing quite a far away from the main building in case the crane went down. She looked the opposite way and saw the finished houses. Opposite the main building was the school. It was already mostly finished. Sam could see people on top of the building finishing the roof. Sam walked towards it. It was a fair walk. After a few minutes, she was in. The school also had walls made of huge stones pieces and the floor and ceiling were made from wood. Sam could feel the wards on the wood. They protected against fire and pestilence The main hallway had two entrances, and Sam had come through the back one. In the middle of it was a huge staircase going upstairs. On the left side, they had the main hall. It would fit all the students. It had a theatre stage. Sam had an understanding they did allow the students to perform music and theatre to the other students. Sam walked away from the hall towards the food hall on the other side. It had a great deal of small tables in neat rows. Sam had half expected to see a few rows of long tables. Apparently, the school encouraged them to make bonds of friendships with each other no matter how long they had been studying. The witches found new students by accident some of the time. Some of the students started older than others. Normally they started their first magical lesson at 12 or 13. Their bodies needed to be mature enough to handle the magic.

Sam walked upstairs. She ignored the door next to the main hall. It went to the teachers’ quarters. Upstairs were many classrooms as well as a huge library. The library took two floors, one going up towards a ceiling made from glass. It was a beautiful sunny day and Sam stood there in the sunlight for a few moments. There were few books on the shelves. Most of the books were still in huge chests. Sam giggled a little. Every time she saw one of those, she kept thinking of pirates’ chests full of treasures.

Sam walked out. She could see a woman with long black hair coming towards her. She was older than Sam. She looked to be in her 40s with some grey streaks going through her hair into her ponytail. She was short but no one wanted to mess with her power. She had been a teacher in the Mansion for 2 decades before starting her own journey elsewhere. That’s who Sam met her in the first place.

‘I can’t believe a month ago there was nothing here!’ Sam exclaimed in wonder. Aena smiled at her.

‘We can do things quickly when we put our minds to it. Are you ready to go? Aurora wants to see you,’ Aena responded.

Sam smiled at the thought of seeing Aurora. She was her favourite kid in all the worlds.