Uncreative. Ideas refuse to reveal themselves. Go for walks, crawl library stacks, read books, slip between gravestones in the cemetery down the road and watch movies. Search for inspiration. Brainpan running empty.
Drink coffee. Eat home made garlic bread. Punk rock. Ambient sounds. Reissued classic albums. Tiny computer speakers with no low end resonating. Make flyers. Waste time on Facebook. Lou Reed is dead. Wonder why I feel bad about not being a fan of VU. Not that kind of “cool”.
Need a costume for Halloween. Think about going as a frustrated writer. Maybe I’ll duct tape a broken computer keyboard to my face. Break off letter keys and glue them to my fingertips. Bust open a monitor and wear it around my neck. Stuff torn pages into pockets with crossed out profanity and cliché phrases like “It was a dark and stormy night…”, “It was the best of times it was the worst of times…”, “To be or not to be…” and “Call me Ishmael…”
Wonder how many people would get it?
Wouldn’t be much of a costume anyway. Since that’s how I am most the time.
Absorb distractions. A sponge sucking up water from the bottom of a sink. What can I find to pass the time so I don’t have to write? There’s a new record I HAVE to search for. I don’t have any money to buy it. What’s new on Amazon Books today? He didn’t really say that on Facebook did he? Search the quote to see if it’s real. Only a few minutes on Huffington Post. Only a few more on the Daily Beast. Really. I’ll get back to the project before 10:00. I promise. Besides, the puppy needs to go outside and pee.
Breathe in fresh air. Fall is ending. Winter is coming. For real this time George R.R.
I know. Map out detailed strategy for what I need to get done over the next year. Month by month. Week by week. Day by day. That should motivate. Right? Right. Sure thing. Whether I do it or not, most of my friends are so it should be a near distraction free month. Time to get shit together and grind the proverbial nose.
Ready? Get set… Oh look… Breaking Bad is on Netflix…
Drink coffee. Eat home made garlic bread. Punk rock. Ambient sounds. Reissued classic albums. Tiny computer speakers with no low end resonating. Make flyers. Waste time on Facebook. Lou Reed is dead. Wonder why I feel bad about not being a fan of VU. Not that kind of “cool”.
Need a costume for Halloween. Think about going as a frustrated writer. Maybe I’ll duct tape a broken computer keyboard to my face. Break off letter keys and glue them to my fingertips. Bust open a monitor and wear it around my neck. Stuff torn pages into pockets with crossed out profanity and cliché phrases like “It was a dark and stormy night…”, “It was the best of times it was the worst of times…”, “To be or not to be…” and “Call me Ishmael…”
Wonder how many people would get it?
Wouldn’t be much of a costume anyway. Since that’s how I am most the time.
Absorb distractions. A sponge sucking up water from the bottom of a sink. What can I find to pass the time so I don’t have to write? There’s a new record I HAVE to search for. I don’t have any money to buy it. What’s new on Amazon Books today? He didn’t really say that on Facebook did he? Search the quote to see if it’s real. Only a few minutes on Huffington Post. Only a few more on the Daily Beast. Really. I’ll get back to the project before 10:00. I promise. Besides, the puppy needs to go outside and pee.
Breathe in fresh air. Fall is ending. Winter is coming. For real this time George R.R.
I know. Map out detailed strategy for what I need to get done over the next year. Month by month. Week by week. Day by day. That should motivate. Right? Right. Sure thing. Whether I do it or not, most of my friends are so it should be a near distraction free month. Time to get shit together and grind the proverbial nose.
Ready? Get set… Oh look… Breaking Bad is on Netflix…
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