Last night I had a creative breakthrough on a Web site I’ve been working on and pondering for, oh, I don’t know eleventy billion months. This is the kind of project that I’ve told only a very few people about and each one has responded with much enthusiasm. I’m excited about it, though heaven knows the world needs another blog like I need to quote that one song about folk singers, Frank Sinatra, and holes in my head.
I am on my knees thanking the heavens and the Earth that the breakthrough finally came. I’ve been stuck for way longer than I care to admit and it’s made me quite dreadful — crabby, irrational, angry, like having PMS for the last month and a half. It’s really been bad and I can see why these kinds of blocks can drive artists to quit passing the open window. You get to a point where you’re sure you will never create anything again, at least anything that doesn’t suck ass. The inside of my head has not been pretty, but now it’s totally rainbows and Care Bears.
I’m so giddy that I want to kiss everyone and smile, rather than punch them in the neck like I usually want to do. Now that I’ve made my breakthrough, and have been creatively unleashed, I’m hoping to be able to write something remotely interesting again.
*Holy shit did I just quote a fucking Doors’ song? I hate the Doors and, well, I’m surprised because really all I can seem to sing lately is “Devil Raised a Good Boy.”