I’m not even sure how to flesh this idea out and so I openly admit that it probably shouldn't be a blog post. But I’m here in the airport. CNN is hyping up pseudo-news and Fox is spewing propaganda. People are bored. Really bored. They're fidgeting with their phones. They're staring out into space and tapping their legs and playing with their boarding passes.
Meanwhile, I’ve written half a chapter of a fantasy novel. I’ve had some really creative tweets. My Facebook status updates have been authentic and interactive. I've written three blog posts. In other words, this dead time, this boredom, this antsy anticipation of the airport terminal is kicking my creativity into high gear.
It has me thinking about school. I wrote a whole novel by plugging away at it in math classes in high school. While the teacher lectured us on matrices, I wrote dystopian science fiction and mopey high school poetry. I sketched pictures.
It wasn’t just the solitude, though I think that helped. It was the boredom of the situation that seemed to demand my full creative potential. And although I often rail against boring teaching, I’m trying to make sense out of this reality that boring places are often a catalyst for my creativity. I'm not advocating for boredom in schools. I'm just trying to make sense out of the reality that boredom is often the beginning of creativity for me.