Reading creative habit forces me to face a part of myself which I have been avoiding – Sticking to a routine. It reaffirms my yet lack of a regimental schedule around my life and the persistence to keep to a timetabled life.
At the same time, the book assures me that this is not too late. The act of picking or making a choice to purchase this book out of the many recommended text is the first step in committing to this change.
Coming to New York straight-off from a 12 -year-work routine in my home country is a undesirable yet unavoidable circumstance. Three months into New York City sets me thinking, whether my old way of life still applies.
The daily routine was determined by my job for the past 12 years. The day job; serving the bond & providing for my family precedes art making.
This new life forces me to reassess my own creative process which in the past had been driven by a major project e.g an upcoming performance or exhibition. Art making has yet to become part of my daily routine which I followed religiously, something which I truly admire about Twyla Thrap.
In the book, she describes her daily ritual for the past 20 years. Waking at 530am to head for the gym on a cab. Followed by 2 hard-boiled egg breakfast, coffee, shower and rehearsal at the dance studio. Surprisingly, the most fulfilling part of the ritual was the cab ride. It is her little reward for herself for staying committed to this ritual.
In the further chapters, she talks about the creative process of geniuses like Mozart who started his creative ritual at the age of 3. Transported from palaces to courts as a show monkey for his father, he had the most rigorous training in piano performance techniques, composition and arrangements.
Each day they spent fair amount of time doing the same ritual.
Be it heading to the gym.
Sharping a pencil.
Type 1500 words by noon.
Remembering a face on training & writing it down.
Warming up the body for 2 hours.
A little action that drives you forever.
Meanwhile I am looking for this little action.
Reading on the train.
Writing on the train.
Writing… I have not put pen to paper while riding since i was 16…
Long bus rides to finished assigned homework…
Little moments of listening to urban murmurs while waiting for the bus…
Quiet time to ponder, reflect & marinate a thought or an idea…