Well, I don't write, but I am always making something, whether I am drawing, painting, scuplting, crocheting, knitting, emroidering, sewing, spinning, fixing parts of my house... you get the idea.
MIne is a compulsion, not unlike OCD. I am completely incapable of *not* making something. Oh, I can go without making something for a week or so, back in the days when we still had televison. I would literally obsess over one or two shows and saturate myself with them, but inevitabley, I would find my that I couldn't sit still and have to make something while I was watching the idiot box. With the tv gone these last few years, I have been making things at an alarming rate. The fun part is trying to sit at the computer desk and read fanfic while I'm trying to spin yarn on the spinning wheel. It's... tricky, but can be done. :D
The sad part is, I don't wrap my identity up in them (except for a few art pieces that I spent a lot of time and deliberate effort on for, like Exchange pieces) because I have been crushed when I didn't ge the support or approval I expected from my surrounding family and friends as a child. It was just Something I Did All the Time and it was simply brushed off. So I learned to disassociate myself from the majority of stuff I make. But I still make things. And I am embarrassed to say I have several plastic storage bins full of things I've made that have never sold anywhere, but I can't throw them away, so I squirreled them away. :P
Although, I think I'll dig up the big basket of crocheted fruit and vegetables for the grandsons to play with. I think they'll appreciate them more than the dust bunnies.
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Date: 2011-08-29 01:32 am (UTC)MIne is a compulsion, not unlike OCD. I am completely incapable of *not* making something. Oh, I can go without making something for a week or so, back in the days when we still had televison. I would literally obsess over one or two shows and saturate myself with them, but inevitabley, I would find my that I couldn't sit still and have to make something while I was watching the idiot box. With the tv gone these last few years, I have been making things at an alarming rate. The fun part is trying to sit at the computer desk and read fanfic while I'm trying to spin yarn on the spinning wheel. It's... tricky, but can be done. :D
The sad part is, I don't wrap my identity up in them (except for a few art pieces that I spent a lot of time and deliberate effort on for, like Exchange pieces) because I have been crushed when I didn't ge the support or approval I expected from my surrounding family and friends as a child. It was just Something I Did All the Time and it was simply brushed off. So I learned to disassociate myself from the majority of stuff I make. But I still make things. And I am embarrassed to say I have several plastic storage bins full of things I've made that have never sold anywhere, but I can't throw them away, so I squirreled them away. :P
Although, I think I'll dig up the big basket of crocheted fruit and vegetables for the grandsons to play with. I think they'll appreciate them more than the dust bunnies.