The Right Side of my Brain

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

The Right Side Throws a Right Hook

Strange, with all the thinking about being inspired - or not being inspired, I find myself getting a bit closer to normal. All of a sudden, I feel the urge to write poems and to draw. I notice the little things - the air filling my lungs, the birds in the trees, the ruffle of the leaves in the wind and rain.

Maybe I've been listening to too much indie lately, but words seem to be flowing - not analytically, but artistically. I even thought about making my own book of poetry. Then realized my poems suck. I thought about illustrating my book with simple little drawings. Then realized I hit my peak with a grade 5 portrait of Sarah Plain & Tall.

I'll wait for crappy to become hip & cool, then publish I guess.

Anyway, the joy and contentment is in the process, not the end product. The quiet bliss comes from looking in & not hating what you see - or feeling like you dealt with what you did'nt like. Process yields closure. It lets me breath.

That said, back to thesis writing. Thanks for your ideas guys - I like the ditching school & drinking wine parts!!

Monday, May 15, 2006

Oh where is my inspiration?

As you may, or probably may not, have noticed, this blog is drying up. As it represents the right side of my brain, then logically that too is dwindling.

My thesis writing is in full gear. I write boring, and not so boring things all day. But what I feared would happen happened.

I can't think of new ideas for stories or poems, my inspiration is somewhere in a box waiting for me to blow the dust off the lid. The more I try to think up something, the quicker it runs away. This is why I am not a poet, or a songwriter or a novelist. Other than the lacking eccentricities, I can't make my self be creative & all too often I'm not so creative on my own. Well I am, just in an academic, left-brained kind of way.

So I'm puttng it out to the 3 people that potentially read this thing: Where do you find your inspiration? Should I hire a muse (male, let's say 6ft, fit, nice smile)? or simply accept my boringness is a condition of my chosen/forced current thesis writings?