I've come to a conclusion today that I have a void in my life, I have no outlet for creativity.
It's not that I'm not creative, more that I'm not traditionally creative. I don't write, draw, paint, sculpt, or anything like that. The closest I ever got was mapping for Quake. My creativity is based in problem solving. I can't figure out how to apply that to a hobby of some sort.
What do you guys do?
I basically feel the same way, but I have nothing to do. I can't start because I don't have a muse. My creativity comes out of a need and if I have no need then I have nothing to do. I'm more a fixer than a maker, though. Like a MacGyver, making shit work with a limited amount of resources.
You sound like my dad! He was a child of the depression and grew up making stuff for him and his sibs to play with. After he returned from WW2 (Ardennes, Normandy- yes I'm proud of my father) he built his first home and as I grew up, was always fixing and making things. More of an "artificer" I suppose. We have more furniture made from other people's stuff - it aint all pretty, but it works and my father made it!
Lay out all of your creative tools into a neatly organized pile.
If you consume alcohol or any other substance, do so. Then look at your pile of creative potential.
Look at it real hard.
Then randomly pickup a tool and fucking use it.
That is how art is born.
OH man...
So over the course of several years I have garnered a lot artistry equipment. I have so many tools at my disposal: software, hardware, hand-art supplies like crocheting/painting/drawing. I am a creator.
Yet I cannot find that one true thing I want to create.
Every few months I have an inspiration. Like today. I have this overwhelming urge to make something but I don't know what to make.
I know so many different things, but I cannot focus my thought on that one thing in specific.
I think the best way for me to go about my situation, is to have a full Two Days Off in a row (will never fucking happen) and just lay out every piece of equipment I have on the living room floor.
I just want to look at all my tools. I want to see what I can create with them.
Seldom does modern man pursue his greatest hobby. My greatest hobby is creation, I love to make things. I want some time alone and access to a workshop where I can just make whatever the phuk comes to mind.
Wouldn't that be bliss?