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Jan. 29th, 2008 09:01 amInspiration is getting to be in short shrift these days; it's not like you can pop out and buy it with a loaf of bread and three packets of crisps is it? Inspiration and crisp sandwiches, although possibly tasty, would likely leave crunchy bits stuck at the back of your teeth and then you'd be having distracting random thoughts all day.
Maybe that's why they don't sell inspiration, instead you have to claw it from sunsets with ice-cream scoops into your mind and shake them around until the burning clouds form some kind of idea in your brain. Although currently it'd likely be something about waffles for me I think as I seem entirely too much focused on food.
But I have at least started reading again, it's taken a while for me to actually find an author that's held my interest for more than about half a chapter, too depressing, too predictable, too many names that are too complicated to remember - yes, yes the character names sound exotic but when I can't even mentally pronounce them then it's going to be pretty damn hard for me to keep track of the story as it unfolds in it's tedious predictability.
Perhaps I ought to start reading non-fiction2, the things going on in the real world are at least as interesting if not more bizarre than anyone can think up at times, certainly after watching some of the things that lurk in the Mariana Trench when watching Blue Planet. Life is delightfully weird sometimes, and evolution1 obviously smoked a big fat bag of crack at some point. The colours, shapes and... well, eyeballs, of some of the things that lurk below the water make me want to point at the screen and yell 'Aliens! Abandon planet! Women and penguins first!'
Which is probably it; inspiration at the moment is that thing you haven't met before that road sign, that tempo slide, that cloud burst, chilli marmalade or whatever; something has given you a first and those things tend to make an impact.
I need some new music. Stasis is bad.
1 Or whichever creation delusion you subscribe to.
2 Addendum: Why non fiction; it's as if reality is less important than the things we've made up here, well at least as far as English is concerned, I wonder what it's known as in other languages. Mind you what else would you call it? Reality? Facts? A lot of Non-Fiction is still perspective in print and I suppose unless you start writing hard data "Book of apples. There are 5 apples in this picture of the fruit bowl. The End." that you could quantify it as such.
Maybe that's why they don't sell inspiration, instead you have to claw it from sunsets with ice-cream scoops into your mind and shake them around until the burning clouds form some kind of idea in your brain. Although currently it'd likely be something about waffles for me I think as I seem entirely too much focused on food.
But I have at least started reading again, it's taken a while for me to actually find an author that's held my interest for more than about half a chapter, too depressing, too predictable, too many names that are too complicated to remember - yes, yes the character names sound exotic but when I can't even mentally pronounce them then it's going to be pretty damn hard for me to keep track of the story as it unfolds in it's tedious predictability.
Perhaps I ought to start reading non-fiction2, the things going on in the real world are at least as interesting if not more bizarre than anyone can think up at times, certainly after watching some of the things that lurk in the Mariana Trench when watching Blue Planet. Life is delightfully weird sometimes, and evolution1 obviously smoked a big fat bag of crack at some point. The colours, shapes and... well, eyeballs, of some of the things that lurk below the water make me want to point at the screen and yell 'Aliens! Abandon planet! Women and penguins first!'
Which is probably it; inspiration at the moment is that thing you haven't met before that road sign, that tempo slide, that cloud burst, chilli marmalade or whatever; something has given you a first and those things tend to make an impact.
I need some new music. Stasis is bad.
1 Or whichever creation delusion you subscribe to.
2 Addendum: Why non fiction; it's as if reality is less important than the things we've made up here, well at least as far as English is concerned, I wonder what it's known as in other languages. Mind you what else would you call it? Reality? Facts? A lot of Non-Fiction is still perspective in print and I suppose unless you start writing hard data "Book of apples. There are 5 apples in this picture of the fruit bowl. The End." that you could quantify it as such.
