Recipe for Writing
The past few days, a minor case of the crazies sent me back my more creative self. This is a welcome shift from the past few weeks of magazine writing mania. Choose your evil, I guess, eh? There is an odd comfort, though, in watching it all come together internally as though I were a fly on the wall in my own semi-demolition.
But I exaggerate.
Really, the recipe is quite simple: Start with a few nights rough sleep. Add an awe-inspiring landscape at the peak of change (and therefore ripe with metaphor). Shake with one or more human emotions experienced under pressure and unrequited for a period greater than 48 hours. At the peak of said pressure, sit down to write. Do not get up.
Works every time. I swear.