Should I continue blogging?

That is the question...

I’ve been told you are very creative!

Someone wrote me to tell me this today. Well, not exactly just tell me this. There were other things in the email as well. Nobody writes emails to tell people just good stuff anymore (wink). But I digress.

Does anybody actually sit down and acknowledge, "I think I'm rather creative"?

I don't know. Somehow, it just doesn't seem to fit in the same category as "I'm pretty good at math" or "I'm quite analytical".

I guess I like to create stuff. Write, knit, make beaded jewellery, take random photos and do stupid things on Photoshop and InDesign...but I've just never actually saw myself as being particularly creative.

It's not as if I play a musical instrument (except the CD player), draw, paint or well, other creative stuff that other creative people do.

But do those people think they're creative?

People have told me I'm creative before, and more often than not, I've always felt like a bit of a fraud.

I really am not, I want to tell them. But would that simply be seen as a false humility, or perhaps even a sincere case of humility?

How do you actually define creativity anyway? The ability to create stuff.

By that category, everybody's creative. We think of new things to do, new recipes, the way something is displayed, how we dress...so why is it that only some people are actually labelled "creative"?

Am I rambling here? I suppose I am. It's Isabel Dahousie's fault.

As well as the fact that I'm actually wanting to blog about something really profound that someone at work said yesterday. But I don't remember what it is anymore.

Maybe it's not that profound after all...

I'm currently reading Alexander McCall Smith's Friends, Lovers and Chocolate (yes, he's the one that wrote The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency series).

I'm thoroughly enjoying it, even though I've only read the first 30 pages of the novel.

Isabel Dalhousie, the lead character, is a philosopher, and the book is filled with various thoughts, perspectives and philosophies. Really intriguing. Highly thought-provoking. It's a book that makes me think. And I love it.

One of the observations she's had has made me think more than others.

It was hard to make goodness - and good people - sound interesting. Yet the good were worthy of note, of course, because they battled and that battle was a great story, whereas the evil were evil because of moral laziness, or weakness, and that was ultimately a dull and uninteresting affair.

It does seem to be in our human nature to be evil. By that I don't mean all of us have a natural tendency to murder or robbery.

But how many of us have smirked and felt vindicated when someone we dislike fall into misfortune? How often do we go back to the cashier to tell them they've given us more change? Talked bad about someone behind their back? What about speeding when we know that we can get away with it?

It's the little things (evils) that we seem to do so easily.

Is it a curse of sin?

And is doing good really an everyday battle?

I suppose it sometimes is. There are times when I've to fight against my own self, slap myself on the hand for being "evil" and remind myself that there are certain moral imperatives that I have to live up to.

At least, as a Christian, I have full faith that my sins have been redeemed by Jesus Christ, and that He at least gives me the strength to triumph over evil. Not all the times I suppose, because carnal nature is so much stronger it seems. But I feel empowered somewhat still.

It's just interesting to note that doing good is a battle, while being evil is just being...lazy...

Seems like a father and daughter over in South Australia have had a sexual relationship (yes, with each other) and she has given birth to a baby girl.

I'm not going to go into how wrong and disturbing it is because I'm sure we all feel the same way.

What I would like to talk about, however, is the comment from the police at the end of the article.

A South Australian police media spokesman said: "The couple is being monitored."

I have visions of a policeman skulking around in the bushes with a radio going, "Yup, they're holding hands, roger." Or "I think they're hugging a bit longer than what would be normal for a father and daughter, roger."

I mean, how exactly is the couple being monitored? Surveillance cameras? Bugged phones?

Article here.

Poynter Online recently shared the best writing tip of all time - sit.

Judging by the amount of blogging I've been doing lately, it's quite obvious I haven't been doing quite a lot of sitting.

It's difficult at times though. I'm sitting in my office all day, doing writer-ly stuff. It can be hard to finish work and still want to sit down of the computer and write some more. I'm going blind as it is.

But the thing is, it's even harder to walk around with all these ideas banging against each other in my head. I've got all these things to think about, all these things to write. And it's only through writing that I know what I really think.

So if I don't actually sit and write, I end up becoming this really confused and confusing person.

And it really is quite amazing how words just flow, and how the world makes sense again, the minute you start to write - anything.