Like a Steel Trap Rusted Open
Back when I wasn't going to make a living at writing, you couldn't keep me from it. I was all over that shit. write write write. Of course, about all of it was whiny poetry. I suppose some of that could be revised and given some value. but ANYway. I digress. (Digress is such a great word.)
Now that I've consciously chosen writing as my career, I get so many bouts of uninspired Blah. Like a desert. Try to catch the tumbleweed as it rolls by. Might have an idea in it.
My recent hook is drawing and painting. It's not a conscious career choice and it won't make me a millionare(unless I become one of those mad crazy artiste's who can sign a urinal and call it art)... and I can't stay away from it. The hooks in my brain grabbed it. And it looks like it'll be here with us for quite a while.
I mean, I've always been artistic in one way or the other. I've always been fond of the painting game. I enjoy it. It relaxes me. It's just that it hasn't had center stage in my mind like it used to. I've seen some of the abandoned pieces over at the Art Building.(paintings students left behind) It's hard to describe how that bug works. But it gets into you and makes you want to do things. Create things.
The days look towards getting warmer I think.(I hope) Spring semester's done and we're in Summer Break here at Camp Spanky. It's quiet for the most part. Even the food court at the Student Center is slacking some.(Not opening until 11:00)-- That was dissapointing really. I was getting all excited about a psuedo-egg Mc Muffin. Went down once at 7:30.. saw that the bookstore didn't open until 8. and the food court was closed. I return at 8. Food court's still closed. I ask the girl behind the reverse-pharmacutical high counter(she was sitting much shorter than the counter) and she tells me the food court doesn't open until 11. WHAT? That was such a downer. I was looking forward to that egg-a-Mooby Muffin. Stinks. Especially since I was looking forward to it. If I wasn't looking forward to it, I wouldn't've cared. (This goes without saying, I'm sure) I'm quick. Just call me Nestle.
Now that I've consciously chosen writing as my career, I get so many bouts of uninspired Blah. Like a desert. Try to catch the tumbleweed as it rolls by. Might have an idea in it.
My recent hook is drawing and painting. It's not a conscious career choice and it won't make me a millionare(unless I become one of those mad crazy artiste's who can sign a urinal and call it art)... and I can't stay away from it. The hooks in my brain grabbed it. And it looks like it'll be here with us for quite a while.
I mean, I've always been artistic in one way or the other. I've always been fond of the painting game. I enjoy it. It relaxes me. It's just that it hasn't had center stage in my mind like it used to. I've seen some of the abandoned pieces over at the Art Building.(paintings students left behind) It's hard to describe how that bug works. But it gets into you and makes you want to do things. Create things.
The days look towards getting warmer I think.(I hope) Spring semester's done and we're in Summer Break here at Camp Spanky. It's quiet for the most part. Even the food court at the Student Center is slacking some.(Not opening until 11:00)-- That was dissapointing really. I was getting all excited about a psuedo-egg Mc Muffin. Went down once at 7:30.. saw that the bookstore didn't open until 8. and the food court was closed. I return at 8. Food court's still closed. I ask the girl behind the reverse-pharmacutical high counter(she was sitting much shorter than the counter) and she tells me the food court doesn't open until 11. WHAT? That was such a downer. I was looking forward to that egg-a-Mooby Muffin. Stinks. Especially since I was looking forward to it. If I wasn't looking forward to it, I wouldn't've cared. (This goes without saying, I'm sure) I'm quick. Just call me Nestle.
posted by Sonny Shine at 1:24 PM
2 Comments:
Just do what you like to do. Stay in the moment, and do what makes you happy in terms of self expression without beating yourself up about it. You know as well as I do that writing comes when it comes, and everyone needs a break now and then. In the meantime, paint, paint, paint, or read, read, read, or whatever else you feel like doing. Writers who aren't multifaceted are too boring for words. No pun intended. But that's a good quote. And I made it up.
That is a good quote. I like it. And it's like what you'd said before about collecting skills.(culinary, pedicure, etc.)
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