Waiting For Inspiration
I am, at this very moment, guilty of doing what I tell students and clients NOT to do:
Waiting for inspiration.
I’ve been sitting here, with my hands on the keyboard, which is in my lap, where it is a very un-ergonomic position, waiting. Once in awhile looking around at some of the latest book news for inspiration. But I can’t even get that steamed up about J.K. Rowling attempting to squash some poor pathetic middle school librarian like a bug (he was sobbing on the witness stand, J.K, lighten up!). Nor could I even find it in myself to chortle gleefully at the news that those big, nasty drug companies hire ghostwriters, too. (And now of course, I can’t find the link, but never mind, it was really only the first paragraph that was interesting.) And even the news about the guy who has written 20,000 books failed to outrage me.
Nope, I’m brain dead tonight. Flat out brain dead, the way you can only get when you’ve been working full out on a project for weeks or months on end and then suddenly you are done. I always have all these ideas for things I’m going to do when I’m finished, and then when I actually do finish suddenly none of them have appeal. And all I am capable of doing is wandering around.
Thank God American Idol is on tonight. Go, David Cook!