I find that my creative time is divided into two categories:
1.) Time spent thinking (sometimes obsessing) about doing something. = SCRATCHING AROUND
Here, my internal dialogue goes something like: "It's going to be a great script / song. Hmmmm... let me see if I can bake some brownies later on tonight... I have to do a character analysis for my new project... I have to make an effort to finish reading that book... Lalalalalala..."
During those times, I feel like a hamster compelled to run on my wheel, and sadly, I never really get anywhere.
2.) Actual time spent doing (writing, laying down beats, or whatever it is that floats my boat)
I find that this period is wayyyyy shorter than scratching around. I have a love/hate relationship with deadlines. Can't live with them, and can't live without them. They get me moving and leave me with little or no sleep. They harass me out of my comfort zone and my carefully planned timetable, eradicating the slightest notion of procrastination and the battery of excuses as to why i need to sit on my ass and zen out. They force me to pick and choose my battles for the plain purpose of streamlining my efforts (a.k.a. keeping things simple).
The battle between me and my looming deadline logs as: KILL OR BE KILLED. I find it essential to slay the dragon right in the heart because it gives me satisfaction.
At the very least, deadlines push me to get things done. So yes, I secretly love them. I may bitch, moan, and complain all day, but the truth is, I find pleasure in the doing. Deep down, I am smiling beneath the scowl. Deep down inside, I'm happy with the struggle.
Personally, I feel that a perfectly fine day goes to waste without any creative output. I would go crazy if I had to sit still. And this poses another problem which I will get to sometime in the future.
But at least for now, why do I spend more time thinking than doing?
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