My Dirty Life and Times

Posted: 19 May, 2012 in Other
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Shuffle Says: “My Dirty Life and Times” Warren Zevon The Wind

The muse is a fickle bitch. What else can be said on the matter. I’ve been in on of my ruts lately. I have barely made anything “new” in the past few months. That alone is enough to depress me. I’m not happy unless I’m creating something. Lanford Wilson’s The Mound Builders is about group of people excavating the ruins of Native American pyramids the purpose of which is the subject of much debate in the play. Some say they were temples, others argue they were burial chambers. But one of the characters offers perhaps the simplest explanation and one that resonates with me. He says “I don’t think men are happy unless they are building something”.

My work comes in binges. I’ll have a dozen ideas and I try to get as much down as possible in one go, then spend the next length of time crafting those pieces.

It keeps me working. Which is important because writing is like a muscle and right now I’m out of shape. There hasn’t been anything new lately and I’m afraid. I’ve got this worrysome notion that I will never produce anything again. Having not sold anything in some time I worry even more.

Projects stagnate. I keep on with these false starts for Nowhere Road. I struggle just to put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard and I begin to doubt my own identity. In my haste to move, I stuffed all my journals in a box I no longer have access to. I’m writing on what’s left of a legal pad and random scraps of blank pages and in the unused margins of scripts.

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