Aug 10, 2006 01:49
After drinking a red eye (a cup of coffee with a shot of espresso) and then four regular coffees’ I threw up. Then I tried to write. A dream sequence with Karl Marx talking about his past sexual experiences is all I could muster up, and it wasn’t very interesting (because in my subconscious Marx has a boring sex life apparently) so I stopped. Maybe I’ll work on it later. I need to push through this writer’s block, but I’m just not very interested in anything I’ve written lately.
I need inspiration. I need a muse. Shakespeare had a muse (Young men.) Woody Allen had a muse (Diane Keaton.) Walt Whitman had a muse (Young men.) Should I take out an ad for a muse in the personals section on Craig’s List? What would it say?
You: A 20-30 year old female.
Me: A struggling “writer” looking to push through a case of writer’s block.
Wants: I need you to inspire me too write something. Nothing major, I’m not looking to publish a book or anything. I just need you too hang around my house and talk too me (we do not need to become friends.)
Goals: To become inspired, and then ask you too leave so I can write. You can take credit for being my muse if I ever do become famous, but you will not be paid for being my muse, although I may cook for you, that’s about it.
That sounds too desperate. Maybe it’s not a muse that I need but a drinking problem. Hmmm….
I ordered a book tonight called The Right To Be Lazy. It argues that laziness, combined with human creativity, is an important source of human progress. I’m wondering if a book on creativity emerging from laziness, written in 1883 mind you, will cause my mind to start working in ways I have never imagined.