Inspiration

Well, to be honest… I’m busy being inspired while fighting off a spring cold and allergies and having a mini mental meltdown.  

But most of that was earlier last week…  since then, I’ve been struck with a burst of insight and motivation about the long promised course in brain fitness.   It’s meant rearranging things a bit, and a minor delay in launch (again!) but I’m really, really excited about the new approach. I’ve chained myself to the computer to work on it, in  hopes of being able to give you a sneak peek in the next two weeks or so. 

Meanwhile, I trust you’ll forgive my silence for just a little bit longer.   Especially since I hunted down a few wacky free online games and such for you.

Check out Maze Frenzy - a nifty sort of a mouse-trap maze that requires good hand-eye coordination. Boy, could I tell I’m using a cheap mouse!

Or the loverly, relaxing and pointless Grappa graphic application. I don’t know why it pleases me so much.  It just does.

But my all time favorite relaxing web game is Flow.  a flowing, musical, abstract, underwater bit of blue loveliness. I may have linked to it before, but I don’t care. It’s worth a do-over!

Go. Enjoy.  I’ll be back soon, and wackier than ever, I promise!

You’ve all experienced it; your normally churning sea of inspiration is now an ominous dead calm, and your mind bobs aimlessly on the surface of your task list.

The waves dont wave, and the winds don’t wind. The pressure rises, forcing you to slog against its oppressive, humid weight.

A near panicked voice cries out from below. “Blog, dammit, BLOG!” as if its very life (and yours) depends upon your ability to put words into pixels… or whatever form of creative torture you subscribe to.

I’m having one of those afternoons.

It’s been 2 days since my last post, putting me over my self imposed limit on blog silence. The stack of drafts and topics and nudge-notes in the sidebar of Live Writer glowers at me threateningly, but nothing, NOTHING is inspiring me.

If I’m not inspired, my writing isn’t inspired.

If my writing isn’t inspired, it’s dull… and drumish, too, I guess, in the sense of repetitive beatings more in line with a first year band student than an inspired rock solo.

I refuse to dilute a potentially brilliant post with a drumming dullness. So what is a poor blogger to do?

Pick up the oars and row.

Force yourself into action/motion. Stop waiting for inspiration and meaningfulness to strike with hurricane force , and become your own headwind.

Don’t think too hard on what to do… The direction isn’t nearly as important as motion itself. Free write. Use creative nudges. Try the 10+2 Procrastination Hack.

Or my own personal favorite?

Do Something Else.

And that is precisely what I’m going to do. Stand up, step away from the keyboard, pick up my oars, and go ElseWhere. I’m not even going to stop to add links or a pretty picture of a boat to this post. I’m just going to chart a new course, and head for the horizon.

In this case, ElseWhere is probably the local Walmart.

While I’m braving the horrors of the Big Blue Box, have you got your own methods of breaking the Dead Calm Effect? I’d appreciate hearing them!