I've been sitting here all day trying to write. Write more on a new script I'm working on. Write something witty/informative/engaging for this blog. Write an email to my freelance clients and let them know my availability. Write, write, write. Except today's output is just rubbish. Nothing 'flows'. It's trite and stilted junk, no matter what I do.
Image via http://newhottopics.blogspot.co.uk
Usually I can write something personal and humorous to my clients when I'm looking for work - something that makes me stand out from the crowd. Not today for some reason. Today it was all, 'This is when I'm free. Call me if you need someone'. Urgh.
Where does creativity come from? It's raining today and it makes me feel like my spirits have been smothered under a blanket of grey skies and dampness. It's strange because I usually find rainy days intimate and introspective.
Perhaps creativity comes from good health? I'm not feeling very well today and I can't seem to concentrate. But that doesn't explain the myriad of artists like Honoré de Balzac, George Orwell and Chekov who had consumption. Yea... I can only dream about being in the company of Chekov and Orwell.
Maybe it's about life experiences. I worked far too hard at the end of last year so I've awarded myself a little bit of 'taking it easy'. Nice but sleeping, eating too much and watching DVD's don't give much material to work on. Then again, I could draw on some of my experiences out on the road. I can scarcely believe some of the things I got up to. There was that time when I was on tour with a very, very famous band. We had a long drive from Warsaw to Dublin. Partying hard doesn't come close to describing it on that drive. All I really remember is standing in a puddle in Warsaw drinking vodka straight from the bottle then sobering up in Dublin watching a security guard chase the drum tech through the lobby of the hotel. True story. Yet, somehow, writing about that just seems like rock 'n roll cliche.
My friend has sent me a link to some TED talks which she watches when she needs inspiration, so I'm going to make a cafetiere of coffee, settle down and watch a few.
I should really go the gym but it's raining outside and inspiration is more important, right?