if you cannot make love, make war
i feel i've been somewhat complacent, brief bursts of activity here and there, but momentarily, then the motivation is gone. i dislike this. i need to start being creative again, on a REGULAR basis. i can't just just start little things every now and again, it doesn't achieve anything, my creative muscles are not being exercised properly, they're just withering away in some dank corner of my mind.
now seems like the perfect time to get busy, i'm back at home, spending a lot of time in my own company, not many friends about, nothing and nobody to really distract me. all is quiet on the southern front. this peace cannot last, i will not allow it. it's time to do things.
so, to the plan. i will do AT LEAST one creative thing every day. so make up a tune, write some lyrics, draw a picture. i might even write a novel, why not? i'm more than capable of concocting a tale of interest, i'm sure. i can warp the language in my mind to tell a story. worth a try, i might well have to start investigating this.
but anyway, plans. starting tomorrow, let's see if i can make it all the way through the month of november without missing a day. every day, i must have something to post on tumblr, whether it's nonsense or genius, so long as it's something. the good ideas will surface eventually, but like so many things, they need coaxing into perspective.
tonight i will feed my mind, look up ideas i want to explore, themes i want to embrace, concepts that just might make sense of me. or at the very least provide a bit of entertainment that i might relay, for after all, what am i if not the jester?
now seems like the perfect time to get busy, i'm back at home, spending a lot of time in my own company, not many friends about, nothing and nobody to really distract me. all is quiet on the southern front. this peace cannot last, i will not allow it. it's time to do things.
so, to the plan. i will do AT LEAST one creative thing every day. so make up a tune, write some lyrics, draw a picture. i might even write a novel, why not? i'm more than capable of concocting a tale of interest, i'm sure. i can warp the language in my mind to tell a story. worth a try, i might well have to start investigating this.
but anyway, plans. starting tomorrow, let's see if i can make it all the way through the month of november without missing a day. every day, i must have something to post on tumblr, whether it's nonsense or genius, so long as it's something. the good ideas will surface eventually, but like so many things, they need coaxing into perspective.
tonight i will feed my mind, look up ideas i want to explore, themes i want to embrace, concepts that just might make sense of me. or at the very least provide a bit of entertainment that i might relay, for after all, what am i if not the jester?