It’s finally happened. Writer’s block. Blank slate. Alpha – no omega. Carpe nothing. I didn’t think this day would happen. I didn’t read, see or do anything that triggered a thought that caused the old lady to swallow the fly – perhaps I’ll die. So today, we’ll talk about being (un) inspired.
I’d bet that you probably saw this headline and pictured your face on a goose’s body as you waddle around laying golden eggs and trying to find ways to spend your money all in one place. Sadly that’s not quite what I’m talking about but it’s pretty darn close.
A guy that sells stuff probably should not be droning about getting rid of stuff. The problem is that I’ve been thinking a lot about minimalism lately. What does it mean to be a minimalist – to get rid of things and do more with less?
Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?”
“That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.”
“I don’t much care where –”
“Then it doesn’t matter which way you go.”
― Lewis Carroll
When you start to make more than one of the same thing by hand you get into a routine. Add to that the loud machinery, dusty shop and the requisite ear plugs, mask and safety glasses and you get a solitary place to think. One thing’s for sure, you must be able to be alone with yourself when you want to be a small-time maker. Talking to yourself is part of it. I sure hope so, anyways. Continue Reading