I can’t figure out something to write about. Sometimes you just don’t have that…inspiration. That ‘something’. Often times for me that inspiration is delivered in the form of anger or frustration – you’re mad that something isn’t different or something could be better – so you write about it. Richard Branson mentions this – I’m not going to go fetch the comment – but that the best entrepreneurs or businesses are built on the anger and / or frustration around something that could be better or should exist – or should exist in the place of something that is lame. I think that makes perfect sense.
So anger in the form of road rage – not good. Not really helpful. Anger in the form of rage at your spouse or friends – yeah, complicated but also not good. Anger fueling change or business or creativity – probably better. And doable.
I just started writing this because i had no instinct or inclination to write about anything in particular, so I just started writing and voila, something happens.
Lesson in that? Just get going. Start. Action. It might look like dog shit when you’re done, but it was probably dog shit you needed to create anyway to get through to something more worth while.
I heard a good quote recently – something to the effect that people won’t remember the crap you put out. They’ll remember the good stuff. That may be true, I don’t know. Certainly in the form of the Grateful Dead or Picasso – grand scale creators, sure. And over wide swaths (relative I know) of time – but in other cases? I don’t know. Who knows. But that’s what inhibits us creatures – us humans – from ‘creating’ and certainly from ‘putting it out there’…I should put in quotations “out there”…ie on social media or on a blog, or trying to get more conventionally published, or on stage or to friends and family or whatever. You show it to people and its true – often times people will be like ‘eh’ or…they might even denigrate it.
Fuck ‘em. But that’s easier said than done. We all have this gooey, Cadberry easter egg centers in the middle of us – if you’re lucky – that get hurt. That get broken open. That sting or whatever. Especially if you’re a creative type. I have no idea what to tell you. Gotta..just put it out there. Slowly but surely.
So there you go. A riff. Let’s see if I put this…”out there”.