Writing. Let’s Get It On.

I have struggled of late.

I don’t know about you, but when it comes to getting words to page, I have to be somewhat settled.

It’s like writing on paper in a rowboat.  If the seas are stormy, I’m going to have a hard time.  Stress about bills, work, etc. all add to making it nearly impossible to put pencil to paper because the waves are high, the water is spraying everywhere, I’m miserable, and there’s probably sharks.  I don’t do sharks.

But when I’m chill, and at least partially content (or content enough in my own mind that I don’t need to be FREAKING OUT about something), it’s much, much easier.

Writing mood becomes really important.  I’ve employed a few things to help myself get into that head space so I can be naturally creative without it being more of a struggle than it’s worth, but I’m such a worrier and so high strung when it comes to life in general that it’s very difficult.

The first thing I try, is coffee.  Great brown bean of delectable caffeinated juices, how I love thee.

Kraken Good Coffee!
Yes, that’s an octopus mug. Yes, it’s okay for you to be TOTEZ JELLEEZ.


Sometimes it works.  Sometimes it doesn’t.  Sometimes it spins me into overdrive because why on earth would I make the dumb decision to caffeine myself at night in the hopes that it might give me a little creative jumpstart knowing full well I’m likely to have nightmares about being carried away by rabid weasels and made to prepare taxes at the accounting firm Damocles & Damocles living in this hellish eternity where I hate what I’m doing, I’m terrified of the sword, and at the same time wishing for it to fall.

Damn, that’s dark.

Anyway, my next trick is music.  One of my favorites for either programming or working on some writing is Robert Miles (RIP) and Trilok Gurtu.  No, Trilok Gurtu isn’t a muppet, he’s an Indian percussionist and the dude’s BAD ASS.  It combines amazing aspects of ambient electronic and organic jazz-fusion percussion, sometimes in alternate time signatures.

Okay, that sounds SUPER PRETENTIOUS and I think I just grew a man-bun by writing that prior sentence, and you have my humble apologies.  But this is really good shit.

BRB, de-man-bunning myself.

I can’t really write/type with music going in the background where there are words, I’ve made that mistake before and accidentally added part of the lyrics to When The Levee Breaks into a piece of Excel VBA I was scrawling.

Anyway, here’s one of my Miles/Gurtu favorites:

Oooh, it’s all ambient-y.

There’s so much more where all of this came from, but honestly for a little Writing Inspiration, a good cuppa, and some awesome ambient-is music, pretty much does the trick.

Off I go, to write more.  Maybe.


I am a walking, talking contradiction. INFJ, martial artist, father of 3 awesome boys, database nerd, aficionado of great music, coffee snob, tattooed, overflowing with at-times crippling amounts of empathy. Now you know me, which means we can never hang out. Sorry, but not really, I'd find an excuse not to no matter what.

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