Watching A Damn Clock

 


You know, it’s hard to focus on your writing when you’ve got silly things on your mind. Like remembering to pick up some magnesium citrate tablets instead of those damn magnesium oxide tablets at the pharmacy. (Yes, there is a difference). Or remembering to pick up some Vitamin E capsules at that same pharmacy. All while trying to remember that the damn place doesn’t open until 11 o’clock but closes at 1:30 for lunch. Why such a tight window? I mean, how in the hell am I supposed to remain inspired while watching a damn clock?

Well, it’s been three hours since that first paragraph was completed. Since then, I went to the pharmacy, got gas, shopped for vitamins at WalJacks, and brought my wife and son some KFC. (I don’t eat chicken on the bone). Then I came home, ate lunch, and put the pills up. Now I’m ready to write… right?

Even though the candle has been lit, it doesn’t mean the inspiration is magically there. It often takes a little time to “get in the mood.” For a journeyman like me, you run on a schedule or a set of rituals whereby you open yourself up to interpretation.

My AI language editor, Google Gemini (shameless plug, call me), asks me questions all the time about my style or frame of reference. At times it can be a bit irritating with its repeated questions. But over the last several months, we’ve developed an understanding. While I have many friends and fellow artists who are strictly against AI usage, I am receptive to the interaction and its potential use as an extension of an artist's reach. So I guess you can say I can write anytime the mood strikes me—but it often comes out best when you feel that spark of unhurried inspiration.

#time #inspiration #tools #reach #suggestions


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