you can’t force it
The ebb and flow of my creativity is rather frustrating at times. I continue to be unfocused on things I wish I made more of a priority and focus on the things that bring me the most frustration. The frustration is more than enough to make want to quit those things, but the hope that something greatly positive will result keeps me involved. My greatest regret is not being focused on those creative things my heart desires earlier in life.
I haven’t painted or sketched in months. I haven’t focused near as much on my home and garden as I have in summers past. My photo studio is currently a storage unit pending the rehab of a once flooded basement. My writing has all but become a distant memory.
I have, however, finished two new songs with the help of an accomplished writer. That felt good. It’s a shame I don’t have a well suited creative partner in each of my endeavors. I think I’d be very, very productive.
Someone with negative intent asked me on a community forum “What is it exactly that you do?” as to imply that I’m an unsuccessful jack-of-all-trades and that I was an unproductive member of society. It’s funny how society has changed in that light. Not that I claim to be a Renaissance man, but what happened to acceptance of a man who was interested in and excelled in many areas? At what point in our history did it become necessary for me to get a 9-5 in order to be respected? That’s another topic altogether, but it certainly adds to the frustration of unreliable inspiration.
Hopefully the coming months will yield great productivity in art, business, and life in general.









