It’s a funny game, this game of time, writing away the hours to creative and adventurous ends. I’ve enjoyed spending some of it with you this week as I bounce forth, furiously toiling away at my current list of projects; a rewrite, a new play, a screenplay hot off the treatment treadmill and (finally) into pages, an outline – alright, a dozen – as I try to wrangle the story ideas pounding down my door into some sort of tangible form until I can give them the attention they so deserve…
And I’m a bit tired, a lot excited, 50% amazed, and 100% thankful that I’ve got so much in the creative crock pot and that I keep on going… keep on writing… in the face of all that flies at me.
Because it ain’t easy.
Wait, let me rephrase that- (clearing throat) – Becaaaaauuuuuuse….
IT AIN’T EASY.
Yeah, that looks better. That looks more accurate. If I could include thundering drums and brass, a host of angels flapping their mighty wings, and a lusty Sallie Mae recoupment officer cackling at you from under a pile of Visa, Discover, and Mastercard bills, it would be closer to the point, but you get the idea.
Because why? (say it with me now) It ain’t easy.
And yet we work, and pound away, to birth these stories haunting us, treating us to a mysterious kind of rapture that only artists understand – the drug of the creators; I made this.
And when I stare down upon those beautiful pages, those curvaceous words and fat happy brads… I feel high.
I am a creative junkie!
And I’ve no hope of changing 😉