Stephen King, Stan Musial, and the creative process....

The Creative Process.

I have wrestled with whatever this is for years. I sometimes feel like I've spent half my life either staring at a blank computer screen, or aimlessly strumming a guitar in search of something that doesn't sound like "Wonderwall".

The "creative process" assumes you are being creative, and most of the time I'm sitting here like a lunkhead, my noggin as empty as my wallet. At times like these, my dog is more creative. At least he can lick his own balls.

There's not many things I can do well. I'm mechanically hopeless. I can't manage money. Day to day things that others handle on auto-pilot often detain me a LOT longer than they should. When doing one thing, I'm frequently thinking about something else, which is why if you ever see me alone in a grocery store, I may appear to be wandering down the same aisles over and over again. This is because I am walking down the same aisles over and over again. I'm well aware of where the milk and bread are....but an old Kinks song just came over the store's in-house radio and I'm playing Dave Davies's guitar solo in my head while trying to remember the first line of the second verse. So you see I have my reasons.