Patty Mayeux Blog

I’ll bet you do some creative thing each day that brings something new or improved into your world. My friends who throw pots have homes filled with clay creations. My painting friends grace their walls (and others’) with colorful scenes. I’m often surprised by unexpected beauty. The other day it was a naked tree painted a gorgeous Grecian Blue in a front yard. I was thankful for the homeowner who graced their street with a shock of unnatural color.

My number one creative outlet is writing (more on Wednesday). I also cook, sew, decorate and accessorize. All released through a shared energy source, even plunking along on the piano, guitar or drums. Except for writing. Perhaps I share these thoughts here for the sole purpose of pinning my words to a digital place and time. Fiction writers have stacks of printed pages, or folders and files storing their beautifully constructed thoughts. But with no place to share them, to what end are they writing? It can be daunting. Frustrating. And even feel pointless. Where’s the object to behold, the bowl to be cradled, the music to which one dances? We create meaning and humor and beauty through black squiggly lines on a white page. Often with no outlet. We write because we must, always shopping for that creative outlet.