I've been rereading Virginia Woolf's To The Lighthouse and stumbled upon this glorious passage about a man, Mr. Ramsay, thinking about his own intellect:
It was a splendid mind. For if thought is like the keyboard of a piano, divided into so many notes, or like the alphabet is ranged in twenty-six letters all in order, then his splendid mind had no sort of difficulty in running over those letters one by one, firmly and accurately, until it had reached, say, the letter Q. He reached Q. Very few people in the whole of England ever reach Q....But after Q? What comes next? After Q there are a number of letters the last of which is scarcely visible to mortal eyes, but glimmers red in the distance. Z is only reached once by one man in a generation*. Still, if he could reach R it would be something. Here at least was Q. He dug his heels in at Q. Q he was sure of. Q he could demonstrate. If Q then is Q-R- Here he knocked his pipe out, with two or three resonant taps on the handle of the urn, and proceeded. "Then R..." He braced himself. He clenched himself.
Isn't that a creative way to express the idea of one's intellectual limit? It just inspires me to work harder in my own writing.
So, tell me, where are you creative? What parts of writing give you the free room to play? I need ideas, people.