Preserving the joy of creativity is essential to a happy life, in my experience. I don’t know how you nurture the creative spark inside you, though I hope you handle that spark with great tenderness. I wish you the blessing of doing something you love that transports you, involves you completely, makes you feel grateful to be doing it. The surest way to nurture this feeling is by truly loving the things you create and everything about the process of invention and refinement that leads to their creation.
Speaking for myself, the reverb on a note sustained on the guitar is reason enough to love that note, continue to exercise vibrato upon it, to love the notes that preceded it, the ones to follow, to enjoy their interaction with the beat. A good cook gets to eat well, feed others well with the best ingredients perfectly combined and prepared. The sung note, melding with the harmony of a chord, with other voices, the sound of it all, a kind of miracle. Pick whatever you love most, and love it from time to time. Your love may light a love in others who cannot help but be a tiny bit inspired. The world is better for that love.
For me, late last night, finding this great, discarded Speedball C-4 nib, stuck in an old cork handled nib holder I’ve had for years, dipping it in ink and bringing it down toward a nice piece of drawing paper, with a low-medium tooth, made me excited to drag the ink across the page. That thrill on contact, to see what a succulent line it was, was enough to make me wonder, did I actually have anything to write in my best flowing hand?
It was no matter, just as much fun to draw the knife, pen the word ‘anodyne’ on its handle. I thought how nice it would be to hand write the short note for the short Book Jacket copy I’m going to send to one of my oldest friends tonight.
She would immediately wonder why the hell I’ve drawn folding knives, Opinels by the looks of ’em, all over my note explaining what the enclosed page was. I answered that question as best I could, alongside the knives, and while I dipped the pen and wrote that answer I had no wonder about what to write to keep the pleasure of using this lovely nib going. A pleasure on top of a pleasure. Pretty good, in the scheme of things.
I was, for many years, prone to writing any unfamiliar word I’d encounter on a bookmark (with the page number next to it) and immediately looking up its meaning in the dictionary. Then I’d read the sentence armed with this new knowledge and understand exactly what the writer meant by using the previously obscure word. This excellent habit was instilled in me by some wonderful teachers. I recall, in High School, taking the vocabulary sheets they distributed quite seriously. Little else they endeavored to teach me in High School meant very much to me, but expanding the number of words I could use to express myself clearly always made sense.
Now, with Jeevsie here, constantly by our side on the ubiquitous internet we carry around with us in our pockets, it is very easy to instantly have any unfamiliar word defined for us. So it was the other night, when, drawing some knives, relieved that my favorite pen was behaving properly after a few days of struggle with her, I suddenly, unaccountably, wrote the word ‘anodyne.’
After I wrote it (I recall now hearing it months ago from Noam Chomsky describing the ‘anodyne explanations’ we get for each of our most unjust practices) I immediately looked it up. Which took about 1.2 seconds with our modern data retrieval capabilities. What a handy little fucker of a word!
We prefer the anodyne to the difficult, without a doubt. An anodyne explanation usually smooths us down, a difficult conversation often churns us up. Take American slavery, for example. One can say, with great conviction and moral certainty, that it was a grave national sin that has not been practiced here for 150 years. Abolished forever a century and half ago, our Constitution amended to make it perpetually so. Done and done. Nice and anodyne, wouldn’t you say?
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like a little anodyne myself, once in a while. And you know how hard it is for me to lie.
Last night I was making a bookmark for a friend I promised months ago I’d send some bookmarks to. I’d made them months back. A few were nice, but I’ve mislaid them here in the quivering paper quicksand in this house of constantly shifting stacks of paper. Most had gibberish writing on them, among the colors and drawings. I decided to use my fancy Namiki Falcon to inscribe more meaningful words on the new bookmarks. I made one with the Seven Deadly Sins on it, for handy reference. 
Envy (jealousy, covetousness)
Reading the list I had a minor revelation. Below the sins I wrote “7 for 7, impressive!”
I don’t have to say any more than that, I think. Except perhaps to state the obvious, what is lacking in someone who exhibits all seven of these bad traits.
Pride keeps a person thinking they are more important than everybody else, removes empathy.
Lust turns other people into mere vessels for gratification, removes mutuality, makes the objects of lust disposable.
Greed speaks for itself, it places the desires of the self about all else.
Envy, as corrosive an emotion as there is, is an enemy of peace and driver of malice, it keeps bitterness and ill-will simmering.
Gluttony means you will covet and steal someone else’s portion to overfeed yourself.
Wrath is the same as just being mad, fucking nuts — it is the opposite of prudence, if you think about it, since an angry person literally cannot think straight.
Sloth may be the slipperiest sin. It means you are perpetually too lazy to do the hard work that needs to be done.
Seven for seven! You’ve got to hand it to the motherfucker. Every cardinal sin on the list and the pious Christian right loves him. Now that is a unique species of fucking genius!
 The seven deadly sins, also known as the capital vices or cardinal sins, is a grouping and classification of vices within Christian teachings. … These sins are often thought to be abuses or excessive versions of one’s natural faculties or passions (for example, gluttony abuses one’s desire to eat). source