I've been wondering how long it is going to take this state to
inspire me. That's kinda selfish, though, to think that it's an
obligation for a new place to inspire creativity. Laughable. But I fear
that some of my latest concerns will cause me to forget creativity and
settle for humdrum monotony. Walking for an hour listening to music on
my iPhone... That draws imagery of suburbanite for me. That's not me.
I am words. Music. Sunsets and moonrises. Yellow flowers by the road.
Scratched out lines of prose working into poetry. I am organizer and
idea lightbulb. But I am not motivation and I am slow action. Sometimes I
perform the time-consuming mindless mundane before I attempt the
challenging creative fun of physically making art out of language or
crafts. And I need the inspiration to move out of stagnation into
motivation.
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