Let The Record Show

Creativity comes in pulses. It’s fickle.

Thursday night I felt compressed.
My interiority felt like it was under threat.
I was in bed at 8pm and laid there until 3am.
Just - taking a break from the world.

I woke up on Friday and the world shifted.

It’s not like a lightbulb.
More like the slip n’slide of your brain that slides ideas down to you gets a bit more tilted so they go even faster.

I already documented elsewhere that I don’t really stare at a blank page, waiting. I don’t do freewriting.
I just kind of go into correlation mode. I sit and think about things and zoom in and out, finding interesting angles, connecting things.

Creative streaks make more associations appear on the edges when I zoom out, and makes the items richer when I zoom in.

If this makes sense.

I’m rambling.
So yeah, I write things down.
Often here.

Then I let it marinate and examining from all angles kinda happens subconsciously.
And boom, it hits.

Anyway, this streak is closing out.
The next part is to sit there and re-read over and over, making little tweaks.
Fixing tenses.
I often listen to Tool’s Lateralus on repeat for this.
I don’t really know a damn thing about their other albums. It’s just this one for me.

But tonight I’ve been sequencing. Just putting poems in various combinations.
For submission.
I’m going big this time - APR, Paris Review, etc.

Fingers crossed.