I had several hours of free time to work on my music tonight, obligation free. And nothing, I mean NOTHING, happened. There are things that NEED to happen, I can see them in my head, hear them in my mind, but. Nothing.
Fuck. Have I trained myself to only be able to create at 5:30 in the morning?
This is when I feel most useless. I see th road in front of me, but I can't get there. I can't even find my shoes.
Damn. Guess I should go wash the dishes and fold laundry.
My writing goes like that sometimes. I have the whole damn story outlined, all I need to do is start writing. And nothing happens. Drives me up the wall. Now I schedule laundry/clean the litterbox/dishes time and write haiku (that invariably turn into short stories) instead.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on April 13, 2012, 02:40:46 AM
I had several hours of free time to work on my music tonight, obligation free. And nothing, I mean NOTHING, happened. There are things that NEED to happen, I can see them in my head, hear them in my mind, but. Nothing.
Fuck. Have I trained myself to only be able to create at 5:30 in the morning?
This is when I feel most useless. I see th road in front of me, but I can't get there. I can't even find my shoes.
Damn. Guess I should go wash the dishes and fold laundry.
I can only write when I'm supposed to be working.
When that happens to me, which was the norm for some time, when I can't get to the road, I just walk. I just move those legs and no matter where I end up I feel better for it.
But I realize that might not work for everyone.
You're still a rock and roller so long as you don't quit.
I hate it when I have hours to do something, and yet manage to piss it away on nothing useful.
Lately, I've been forcing myself to at least procrastinate in a productive way, doing something that is perhaps unrelated, but still useful.
Muse is a mischievous prankster who disappears for days when I'm sitting in front of my laptop with word open and the best seat in the house left empty for her pompous ass to have a seat.
Never fails to inundate me with spitballs when I'm trying to drive the car though.
I would love to just have the time to write and record music. I love my kids, I mean, I love them to death....but between being Daddy and being who I am in my profession....there's just no time.
The last thing I recorded was that Spag II song for Dead Kennedy.
But back when I did have the time I remember going through this. Carving out a couple of hours to do in the basement to riff out some tuneage...
And nothing.
It bites.
Quote from: Nigel on April 13, 2012, 04:09:05 AM
I hate it when I have hours to do something, and yet manage to piss it away on nothing useful.
That's the high point of my week. :lulz:
I hate it when that happens, but creativity is tricky like that. I can't force songs to happen, they usually have to emerge from the ether. With music though I find you can increase the chances of that happening by working on the technical side, rather than creative.
Practice your instrument. Practice a few different scales or play a cover, just mess around with it. If you're a computer music person, work on creating some new sounds. Download a new synth or effect, play around making new patches or work on production techniques. It's better than doing nothing and every now and then something creative will spark and off you go!
I know how you feel.
I started feeling properly creative for the first time in a long while last night around an hour after I should've gone to sleep.
I compromised and laid the foundation for what I was thinking of in my head and then get some sleep.
In retrospect it's probably my own fault for holding off on reading stuff that inspires me until right before bedtime.
Not sure how long it'll be, but I'll have something nice and weird to post fairly soon, I promise.
I am having a spurt of creativity, and yet my time to make/write anything is incredibly limited, if not outright prevented by obligations and constant interruptions.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on April 13, 2012, 02:40:46 AM
I had several hours of free time to work on my music tonight, obligation free. And nothing, I mean NOTHING, happened. There are things that NEED to happen, I can see them in my head, hear them in my mind, but. Nothing.
Fuck. Have I trained myself to only be able to create at 5:30 in the morning?
This is when I feel most useless. I see th road in front of me, but I can't get there. I can't even find my shoes.
Damn. Guess I should go wash the dishes and fold laundry.
Sounds like it's time to break the mold, Dr. LMNO.