Ok this is very random, philosophical even. But this idea came to me today and it hits the nail on the head, if the nail is where I'm at in my life. I've accepted I can't stop making "bricks;" designing, making music, writing, etc. These things are part of who I am. What I have to stop doing is throwing these bricks on the lawn in random, half-formed useless piles. I need (fairly desperately) to start forming these bricks into something purposeful, a house, a path, a wall, a flower-bed for Pete's sake, SOMETHING.

I don't want to downplay inspiration or exploration as these are crucial to creative work, but right now I would give pints of blood to see my bricks start forming something other than a scattered mess. Now the hard part, setting out to do something about it... :)

Labels: bricks, creativity, philosophy