lackluster

i've been in a bit of a creative rut lately. not enough time for anything. and little inspiration. so i thought i'd share this quote that i read recently in the book i'm reading called 'anyone can write'

"the truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: a human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. to him a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, a failure is death. add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create-so that wihout the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. he must create, must pour out creation. by some strange, unknown, inward urgency, he is not really alive unless he is creating."

-Pearl Buck

isn't that the truth?


today was tiring. just like yesterday. i wish it could be friday. sometimes i wonder why i stay at my draining, stressful job. then i come home to my apartment and say, oh yeah, there's no way i'm losing this and all the perks it brings. like freedom, privacy, sanctuary. i wouldn't want to ever give that up. even though it's tough sometimes to do the laundry or clean when i'd rather be doing something else. when i'd rather be writing.

i finally got to buy 'confessions on a dance floor' today and heard it at work. it was pretty ok but somehow i thought it would be a lot better. seemed kind of bland. i probably have to give it a few more listens. i also picked up bif naked's CD, 'superbeautifulmonster'. i gave a quick listen to some of the tracks at borders using the headphone things that only give you a short preview, it sounded pretty promising. i need to keep my mind occupied if i ever hope to remain patient, serene, and pulled together. getting lost in the worlds of new music is one way i do it.