1 | ON ANTI-CAPITALIST CREATIVITY
I really, really, really do not want to write right now. It’s been an extra social few weeks with lots of routine disturbances, and I’m probably the most introverted introvert who ever introverted, plus I’m in a chronically ill body that reacts to even subtle shake-ups. There’s little oomph left in me for producing.
You know what happens if you try to keep driving a car on an empty gas tank? It sputters and backfires and causes damage that’s costly to repair. I am the car with the gas light blinking red right now. I am the engine, thirsty for fuel. I’m the tank with nothing left to give.
But I’ve made this promise, that I’ll show up with something to say every Thursday, and I want to believe there’s value in that kind of commitment. How do we hold ourselves accountable to our creative commitments with loving tenderness instead of harsh force?