99 98 97% percent of the time I’m a pretty straight shooter and have my shit on lock. Like Condoleeza Rice or…Judge Judy. The other 3 percent of the time, my juices get corked. I wrote this song in about sixty minutes because my creative juju and I had an understanding. There were no proverbial blockages. It just came to me.
…other times my anti-muse seduces me to the piano with its coloratura siren sounds and leaves me with jack shit on the page and a caffeine crash that only heroin addicts could possibly understand (because when in doubt, french press). I hate un-productivity more than I hate bleu cheese and stupid people (the ones who don’t just walk to the right. It’s not that hard, people).
Instead of ruminating extensively on this, I’m going to share some images that accurately portray this damn dam. If you need me, I’ll be performing a creativity rite by jumping backwards around my house and chanting in a dead apocalyptic language (French).
The green = my dreams.
…and by senior citizens, I mean frustrated creatives.
…I actually cried a little at that one because that poor thing! Where’s Sarah Mclachlan when you really need her?
…seems about right.
Because I am SMELLING OUT NEW IDEAS.
I wish I could remember which word search yielded this photo…instead I’m just going to leave it up for interpretation.
Also, I’m pretty sure I am now red-flagged over at google and a few other stock photo sites.