There have been many times
when I thought, I was going to do it,
but either
the passion wasn’t enough
or the discipline wasn’t there
or I was too sleep deprived
or too fat
or the distractions were unbearable
or my spirit was weak
or my creativity shot
and it never got done.
The brain is slowly reshaped by our habits
and if we do something every day, we become what we do,
pushing up against
what we thought impossible
for one more hour.
Force, won’t get me there
It has to be love
but I get tired of loving things
so it must be many things—
a need, not to be bored
a sick aspiration, to fulfill my potential
to prove myself
to have a career, I approve of.
I must be commercially viable—prolific and entertaining
It isn’t so much, the money
but the ability to bring something new to the masses.
Skills breaks down, without repetition
If you can’t do it in your sleep, you can’t get it done
Being excited for something every day, is the goal
It’s gambling on yourself, by creating a winning ticket
It’s knowing that you’re getting older, and you still don’t have anything to show for it
Love quickly becomes hate, if it’s forced—so a writer must find what they love
and create that.
When you push-up against time
time pushes back.
Limitations laugh at you
Your mind
can’t find
a way to end your story.
There aren’t enough details
Self-doubt creeps in,
like an insidious spider
but you trust
that you can’t do anything else,
and stomp that arachnid into the floor.
Find a way
to change yourself—
That is the only way.
That’s when 7 AM becomes 7 PM
If someone saw you
they would imagine you
to be lonely,
but this can’t be true
for the writer.
He sits down
with his imaginary friends
and holds
high tea.
I quite like my imaginary friends!
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Yes, the imaginary world is a difficult place to leave.
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