thinkings

It’s the process of creating. That’s all. No more, no less. Just create. I thought about that some more and then I realized I needed to listen to music. I wasn’t listening to much lately. My amount-listened had decreased substantially in 15 short months yet I barely noticed. A wedding here. Putting off the real work there. Reading too much pointless solipsistic ephemera. I wanted to be able to write like the best. I knew I could. I just needed to be ready, that was all. And then I was 31. And I was still waiting to be ready. And I realized there is no ready. There is just “do.” And somewhere a Stars Wars geek cried a tear of joy at a shitty reference to the philosophy of Yoda. The process of creation: so foreign yet so familiar. So easy but shockingly difficult. I’m beginning to think it is chemical. Whether it is a DNA thing or a malleable brain thing I’ll leave to the empirical. Either way, the only way out is through. So I just do it. And I will do it again tomorrow. And the next day. And ‘Shiny Happy People’ will 1991 its way into your consciousness. The song is so of its time. I wouldn’t want it any other way. The bridge is good. My memory of the song is one of annoyance. It is a catchy pop song from 1991. Full stop. And then his thoughts turned to something outside of himself. And he thought of the simple work remaining on the manuscript. And Siggy slept with wet fur and bottomtoothed mischief.