Creative Process

Horses and rabbits have something in common.  They are unable to vomit.  Can dogs look up?  I don't know.

As stated previously, I do my best thinking in the shower, which hopefully turns into writing.  Blogging.  My blog is writing in the sense that professional wrestling is a sport about athletic competition.  But it's a chance to stretch the legs and throw the proverbial tennis ball against the proverbial wall.  In this example however the tennis ball is the random thoughts I have and the wall is the dictator (the microphone and tape I carry on me at all times) into which I shout these random thoughts.  My voice will allow me to catch the tone of the writing and hopefully convey that.

So I knew, while in the shower if I didn't rush back here, sopping wet, and write this all down, it would be gone forever.  Thoughts are fleeting, until they are immortalized in words.  Sure, I'd recall bits and peices, but they would be out of sequence and different words would be used, and I would be frustrated with the results.  Liken it to remembering a dream hours after you've awoken.  Chances are, you'll be able to recall one or two details most.

A radio show or podcast would be ideal.  Dammit, I should have been a com-major.  I remember in psych nursing having to record my own relaxation tape and how interested in the recording process I became.  It was interesting that you were given the option to adopt a previously recorded one, or make your own.  Basically, I could have picked a relaxing song, wrote some BS about it, and got roughly the same grade.  This became an excuse to get into the recording studio and add effects, do levels, work with recording software, cut, edit, loop, etc.  Things with which I had little experience, but was able to navigate with surprising ease.  I've always considered myself relatively tech savvy, however it was probably a result of several factors, ideal circumstances if you will.

One of my co-workers was discussing the all female gym she frequents called Curves.  It was then and there that I vowed to open an all male gym called Straight Lines.  And hire this guy and this guy to greet customers.  Note on the first guy wearing a fanny pack and short shorts.