Hmm, tough question. On rare occasions, I lean wholeheartedly toward magician, but, no, I’m a full-time resident in the thief camp — more or less. Guess what word broke out of captivity this afternoon, for no particular reason whatsoever. Fanlight. Its arrival stopped me dead in my tracks. Where in the world did it … Continue reading the brain: magician or hostage-taker?
The urge to start fresh is more common to spring or the New Year, I know, but the leaf metaphor applies in autumn, too, I suppose. Besides, I don’t set the schedule for these things. The itch for big, radical change kicks in and I scratch. Last week’s post is what put my feet on … Continue reading : the new leaf :
We’re creative. There’s a difference. Oh, it’s hard to distinguish at times, but there’s a difference all right. Crazy is Sideshow Don, a lunatic wrapped in a nut job inside a personality disorder. Creative is harmless and exhausting and, occasionally, fun, but it’s not insane. Harmless is good, I like harmless, fun is awesome, but … Continue reading : we aren’t crazy :
Coming up with ideas is a crap shoot. I’ve no clue where they come from or where to look when I need one. Ideas have a mind all their own and follow their own sneaky, backstairs schedule. Sometimes they drop by, but more often they don’t. You can’t force them, either; I’ve tried. It scares … Continue reading : the great debate :
In a word, no. Or I'd be standing at the Pearly Gates, since I’m bored out of my cotton-pickin’ mind. Seriously, I’m just this side of comatose. Taking a walk or riding my bike, yes, those could kill me dead. Boredom, however, is said to be a gateway to creativity. It pushes us to find something new … Continue reading : can someone die of boredom? :