You’re producing effort, thought, intention, nothing solid. Days pass with me thinking about creating. Changes that will be sounded. Observing through pieces and analyzing to find something that has the potential. Waiting to see if it is the right time. “For sure, I can write better than this. No substance.”

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Days pass full of planning, observing, waiting. The mind works, the body exists, but nothing gets out of your hands. “Nothing” becomes the only consistent output.

But if there is an output, it is rushed to see what the potential is. Points of view that people could have. “Wouldn’t they see through this lazy work?” “Let’s just get it over with.”

Let’s give it your heart out. Move through things. Start it all over. See something that works. “What do the people want?”

Let’s accumulate thoughts and make it soundable. Design it in creative ways.

“There is no hiding. It is not me.”
No matter how creative it gets, it says someone else.
“It says not yours.”
“But I have to get it out.”