Question

Why do we create? As an absurd explanation to the stagnant days we’re trying to get out of? To shape up an escape route, one piled high with interesting ways of seeing the unappealing reality around us, giving it meanings and substrate?

The substance of our creation loses adherence to this reality the moment it enters it. Trapped in-between universes – the inside one, where our minds rumble and grumble about insignificant truths and universally accepted lies – the written word, the painted picture, the choreographed dance routine, the envisioned sound compositions equally seep through, into oblivion, unless they stumble upon an acceptance.

The fight for finding acceptance is what we deny, convincing ourselves that it is the mere act in itself that is of vital importance, anything else just tainting it with triviality.

Flash memories

Perched on to of comfy couch, coffee in hand and pissed at my bosses. Good way to start the morning. As long as there is coffee in the world, things can't be that grim. Brothers Grimm, now that’s good story telling. I wonder where I’ve hidden their books?

I'm exploring a world of memories, starting from last night, as the stories jump again up and about my head. Fruitful thoughts will grow and ripen and I'll collect them in baskets of novels as soon as their done, exposing to the world their sweet, sweet flesh.

In search of inspiration

What do you do when a story lurks somewhere inside and you just can't reach it?

Keep calm an carry on.

Take a coffee break, a long walk on the beach or watch a funny cartoon, whatever jolts your brains from the static of uninspired mood.

And then you approach it carefully, sneak behind it and grab it by the legs so it can't run away. Even short stories have good running legs you know. They're fast little bastards who can't wait to trick your work tired brain, and just ...whoosh... escape to the freedom of Not-Put-To-Paper-Land.

Apparently mine needs a bit more coercing to come out of a shrouded corner, where it got itself hidden for a few weeks now.

I'm going for a walk. Hope my absence will trick it into jumping out from there, and let itself be exposed to readers.