For me, this site is long overdue for a redesign. I have just been extremely assed out in the the motivation department. In short, my spark’s in park. The muse is on snooze.
Speaking of snooze, I’ve managed to not stay up applying for jobs until seven and eight in the morning. I feel like an unemployment vampire; while other folks sleep, I’m out trying to take their jobs. Yes, that means you.
The appeal went well, and much shorter than I had expected. Yes, for some reason I had the feeling it would be some People’s Court/Judge Judy type deal, but it was just a judge, the head of DFaCS, me and my caseworker. After a good 30 minutes of talk, the judge reinstated the unemployment benefits. However, it doesn’t kick in until next week. Better late than never, right?
Lemme ask y’all something: how do you get your inspiration? Stella notwithstanding, my groove done went down to Florida and bought a timeshare. I don’t think it’s coming back. When you’re feelin’ schlumpy, how do you get your mojo workin’?
What inspires me? Anger. I hate being anry. At myself or others. When I do get angry I wanna do something. Something drastic, something, unexpected, like write a book. I’m angry now…and oh my are the wheels ah-turning.
Shake it loose fellow piscean. Shake it loose.
A change of scenery is what does it for me in desperate times. I haven’t had money to spare in the longest but I try to scrape up something every now and again and get away. Even if it’s just across town where you don’t normally go.
Either that or (okay, this is gonna sound cheesy) some sort of cleansing ritual. By that I just mean doing something I’ve been wanting to do and dispensing with the guilt over doing it. For me this is usually something lazy, like going a whole day without applying for a job even though I know I really should keep at it. Or sleeping late. Or maybe treating myself to a meal out. Stuff like that. Escaping from the weight of responsibility for a bit.
Don’t know how my Muse works (Then again, she is a moody one that easily oozes melancholy thinking that’s the core of artistic inspiration – meh!) but I sure know how one’s creative juices start flowing backwards thanks to people who cannot control their labial regions as of today.
You get it back by allowing yourself to rediscover the fun in it. Pressure from yourself or others does not help. At that point, it feels like work, work that YOU aren’t getting paid for.
Whenever I am feeling sorry for myself and down in the dumps, invariably I will find myself on the subway where a homeless person will pass through the car begging for money. It is then when I realize that whatever problems *I think* I have are really insignificant in the larger scheme of things. I still have a roof over my head, food to eat, clean clothes and a bunch of other stuff that I should be greatful for.
i aint rightly sure what you do or did or what work you are looking for or what you need motivation for, but I do know one thing.
start at the very begining… it’s as easy as 1, 2, 3. doe, ray, me…
look for me there are a few films, pictures, stories that triggered that thing inside me that makes me want to create. you have that two… i am sure you know what they are and where they are… go back to where you started. your moms, dad, teacher, a painting or designer, photographer, writer or whatever. they got you there once before and they will help you again.
if that don’t work night train will, yo!
Excuse the above myriad of typos. Tiffany has been hitting the sauce tonight.
I get my inspiration from little kids at the elementary school.
*waits for the “Pedophile!* hisses to simmer down*
Kids say and do the darndest thing, and I follow them with pad and paper and try to capitalize on it. They don’t realize how smart they are, nor do they overanalyze everything.