Friday, April 22, 2011


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On a good day, at least 30 ideas (+/- 10) emerge in my head. For fleeting moments, I would be improving the environment, creating artworks, composing songs, writing stories, making (self-proclaimed astute) social commentaries, forming connections, or generally toying with abstractions. Unfortunately, these ideas rarely cross my brain-hand barrier.

Is it laziness? Fear of rejection? A combination thereof?

Is "too busy with research" just a lame excuse?

Or is there something else, something more sinister lurking below the noise threshold of my consciousness?

If I continue reading The Zen of Creativity, will I find my answers?

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