and Snow Peas, and Queens, and Censor Fiends
The course I'm doing to unleash my "artist child", unblock myself, and recover, is a wee bit of an ugly bitch with fangs for toes. One of the tasks (or shall I say moments of heaven that have me dancing in fields of daisies, and orgasming out of every orifice of my young body) is that rain or shine, every day when I wake up, I must write my "morning pages". The morning pages are always 3 pages of long, hand written material. I say "material" because it's nondescript, and doesn't make it sound like profound art when it's not. The focus of the morning pages is to write whatever pops into my head, which eludes my censor. As soon as I hear the censor criticizing anything I write during this time, I slam the door in it's face, or strangle it, or do something equally satisfying. I never actually kill it though because I like having it around at times. It could get me out of some sticky situations. Picture myself trapped on a desert island for example, and honestly, who the hell is going to win? The badass organized “Censor", or my wounded "Artist Child"? Ha! Like the little runt would stand a chance! So for practicality, and because one day I would like to be able to figure out how to solve a basic math problem again, I think I'll keep my censor around. I may think more with my right brain than my left brain to begin with, but I could really use that other side for things such as organizing myself. Actually, come to think of it, my “Artist Child” might be able to get me off that island better. Unpredictable and crazy situations would be more up the creative master’s alleyway.
ENOUGH!! I feel like the Queen of Snow White right now. ….Okay, so I don’t. But here’s to hoping. You don’t have to tell me how random that was.