INSPIRATION

The Fucked Up Creative

Let me rephrase, I am a creative that needs to be fucked up in order to be creative

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I’ve often been asked how do I stay committed to writing? What’s the formidable force behind my writing? I’m not fond of that latter question as the answer I have prepared in my head may be disturbing. I’ll let you decide how it translates in writing.

First, a song rings in my head. It always begins and ends with a song.

Something’s got a hold of me lately
No, I don’t know myself anymore
Feels like the walls are all closin’ in
And the devil’s knockin’ at my door, whoa — Teddy Swims, Lose Control

Here’s what they don’t teach you in creative writing class. At least not the ones I’ve attended and that could be a shortcoming. There are days you run a blank space in your head because your feelings override the words. You’re feeling more than you can articulate.

It’s not a creative exhaustion. It’s more of a creative combustion. That’s when I feel like the walls are all closin’ in/ And the devil’s knockin’ at my door.

The human mouth allows you to eat, but if your nose is blocked, your mouth will have double duty to eat and…