The Weird List, As Promised

The following are the oddball things that motivate me lately.  Who knows why.  The muse, if you will, is part of each of our psyche, our brains, or souls or whatever that wants to be fed various stuff or it will not cough up the goods.  I do not have the slightest idea why my ego is such a big baby, but it keeps my brain going so fast that the muse/creative part of me has to struggle to get out.  It didn't used to be this way, but as an adult, or someone pretending to be one, I have these weird things called responsibilities.  The to-do lists never end, the budgeting, the laundry, the things we think about and write down and build schedules around... as a child, I never worried about those sort of things.  I was very, very concerned about whether or not I could convince my mother to buy me a new box of crayons.  I was threatened by the idea of bedtime, as I would have to stop creating, imagining. playing.  I didn't have the vortex of worry... well, actually, I did but creating made it slow down.

THE WEIRD LIST

I can't write in the same place two days in a row.  I have to move around the house, around town even.  This flies in the face of everything 'they' tell you about developing a sacred space.  Maybe I will grow out of this...

I need to hand write, sometimes with marker, with different types of paper, and then type, then dictate, then note-take... yeah, again, I have to mix it up.

I am oddly motivated by Bruce Springsteen (he reminds me of someone I used to know) this week, and also American Horror Show and Bjork. Next week it will change.  I have to try and keep up.

Chaos has to go.  I used to think it fueled creativity.  Now I think it eats it.

Juxtapoz and Hi-Fructose magazines.  Just trust me.  Phenomenal art of the best kind; the type that makes you want to jump out of your chair and go paint something or someone, whatever happens to cross your path next.

Hmm... I will add more to this some other day, but the muse part of my head is pissed that the CD ended and is hungry again.  Off to switch the music and to switch on the creative, hopefully.