Rants on Finding that Idiot called Inspiration
This is my 3rd blog tonight. I hate myself for accidentally closing the damn window and losing the other two.
I was originally ranting about how friggin hard it is to get ideas / inspiration / divine slap in the face. Now, I’m not even feeling that irritating nagging in my mind that I was supposed to write about. ARGH! 
You know what’s so frustrating about capturing the best ideas? They hit you when your doing something. Like taking a shower or being sandwiched in the MRT at peak hour. Yeah, people love to tell you to “write that thought down” or “record it on your cellphone” (ah, the joys of technology!), but they never realized how “prioritization” can have such devastating effects on creativity.
I mean, seriously, who carries a notebook in the shower? Or dares to take out his cellphone to dictate to it in the train (talk about a fax paus)? Or tells a client/boss to suck it as he write his most precious ideas down? These things come so suddenly that its like attempting to bite a bullet in mid-air (ala Houdini; but alas, everyone knows it was an act). And, worst, it takes a lining of the planets, the perfect blooming of a million roses, and a right emotional disposition and intellectual state to labor out that baby idea. Which usually happens in the shower.
And ideas ain’t cheap. You gotta breathe, go out; eat some sunshine; swallow some rain; bathe in highway dust and inject yourself with a dozen books just to get those creative juices pumping. It takes time, baby. Time!
And I think its high time for me to write those thoughts I’ve been wanting to write about earlier. Cheerio.
