here trying to pull creative flare out of thin air. Trying desperately
to do something worth being paid for by my client, but it looks,
and certainly feels, like I have lost all ability to create, or
at least create anything worthwhile and original.
I'm not talking about writing. I'm talking about my 'day job',
web design. A job that, oddly enough, I seem to do far better in
the dead of the night. But try as I may in today's dead night, I
am unable to produce anything that I am even remotely happy with.
I can't seem to find any rhythm. I'm sitting here in a creative
vacuum, an inspiration free zone.
I should probably just shut down my Mac and head to bed. But I
I don't want to do that either. Tomorrow doesn't feel like it'll
be any more creative. It's times like this when I wish I was a bus
driver or something. The kind of job that doesn't require that much
brain power (sorry to all the bus drivers out there). You know what
I mean though. A job where all you're required to do is turn up
and do whatever it is for an hourly rate. Then come 5:30 you can
simply down tools and bugger off home.
If I were you I'd quit reading this particular 'meanwhile' right
now because I am just not going to write anything worth the time
it'll take you to get to the end of this article. I am just sitting
here playing my Creed CD (in MP3 format) and writing in order to
avoid the fact that I should just pack up for the day.
Truth is I don't design like...
Ah fuck it. I can't even be bothered to finish this 'meanwhile'.
I'm going to run a bath, phone an American, and have the kind of
conversation that fills the gaps between something more interesting.
If no one answers I'll read more of my book ('Generation X' by Douglas
Coupland), a book that thus far I have no real idea what it's about.
Maybe tomorrow will come with the colors of creativity. Maybe tomorrow
I'll be inspired. Maybe tomorrow will bring with it originality.
As if anything is original anymore.