Creativity

I have these creative bursts, but only when I'm trapped at my prison-desk in the funeral home.

... Damn, I wish I could write a book. Or a poem. Or a play. Whenever the mood strikes. It's like holding it in when your bladder's about to explode. You're stuck in a corporate-mandated seminar on the new and improved "Family Heritage Registry" (boring as fuck, if you're at all curious... and definitly not worth your $95.50) and all you think about is how bad you've got to PEE. You know the feeling. I have a creativity tract infection.

I see a piece of art in a restaurant, or hear a new song or see a video on Youtube, and I think... well, I could do something like that. But when am I supposed to find the time? If there's one thing I've learned about me, it's that I work best at something when I have no distractions or commitments or anything. Nothing else. Just writing a book. And if the ideal circumstances existed, I really do believe I could do it.

I'm not talking about acting. I can work acting into my every day life. It can be stressful, but I can handle it. I'm talking about some big life-changing sort of project. Something that has an impact. When do I do that?

When indeed.