Everyone's heard of writer's block. And if you haven't, well, seriously, hand me that newspaper and I school you with an abrupt whack to the temple. I think I have thinker's block. If that's even a real thing...which I'm 90% sure it isn't. Just let me humor you. I want to write, but I don't know what I want to write. I want to draw, but I don't know what to draw. I have lots of ideas on what to write and draw, I just can't decide on the most important one!
My thoughts lately are acting like smoke from a cigar. At the beginning, it's real pungent, or defined. Eventually it leads to another stream of smoke and then another, and another, before it finally dissipates into...yes, you guessed it! Nothing. I'm excited about a lot of things in that swirling mass of smoke in my head. But I can't seem to find the cherry. (That's smoker-lingo for actual burning ambers that the smoke burns from.) I suppose if I found that, I could start...something. Either that, or I just need to pick one thing and do it, right? I draw a little. I write all the freakin' time. Hell, I've even written a book. So, what's my problem? Lack of creativity? Nope. Lack of inspiration? Hmm, maybe. Bottom line: Smoke needs a destination. My thoughts need to land somewhere, and not dissipate like my metaphorical reference material. The question is how do I do that?
