In the movies, when faced with a wall, our hero/heroine is likely to sail straight through in a flash car and seldom looks back. In fact they are unlikely to go through real bricks at all anymore. It will be a hosted pixel machination of the modern world. The total adrenaline and stress needed wouldn’t even fill a thimble. Real-life is not as serene; the object I have hit, feels somewhat harder than polystyrene or CGI.
I’m still writing and creating – this post is testament to that, but I find myself getting more and more frustrated with a lack of time and patience at what everyone else calls real-life.
A job that I used to, let’s say enjoy, it sounds better than tolerate, has me muttering away and clock watching for the day. We are talking about a good twelve hours not including commute most days. I did start to write in lunch hours at work, this seemed like it could start being hazardous to the health of my employment, so I’ve stopped.
I’ve just given up smoking which is not helping with my sense of frustration. Forty eight hours, three minutes and thirty-five seconds after extinguishing the last cigarette and I am listless and vapid.
I am in need of inspiration… I am in want of a goal… Even, my dream seems a little dulled today.
So what do you do when inspiration is hard to come by and you want to have a duvet day?