Today I WritePosted: July 9, 2015
My mind has grown fat and lazy.
Those are my thoughts as I survey the ramshackle state of my apartment. Normally I am all about order, but today I had to face the fact all work and too much play might just make Jack a dull boy.
June was good in so many ways. Business was finally back on track. New employees. New opportunities. Dating again had its perks, though today dating felt like a job too.
My routines, the fertilizer for my creativity, the basis of my sanity, had become a distant memory. Where I used to run on autopilot and get my alone time, recharging time, time to eat and exercise and organize and…. All those had fled the onslaught of busy business and meaningless smiling faces.
Now it was 1pm. After a day of constant conference calls yesterday – I logged over 6 hours with my head plugged neatly into my Skullcandys – and a morning filled with the necessary and mundane business of business, I had yet to write.
I heard it said that words need a gestation period. If one writes for business, words also have a birth date. And the birth will either occur in natural time or must be taken by the violence of Cesarean. My words’ natural due date has come and gone and now it was time for unnatural delivery.
So here I sit, rolling a Romeo Y Julieta’s brown skin between my fingers, wondering if the smokey bite will provide the impetus for a marathon of creation.
Because today I write.