Don't you hate it when you write a nice, sizeable blog entry, and then your computer crashes?
As if i haven't had a hard enough time keeping up with the rigourous schedule i set myself for this thing. How hard can it be to write an entry a day? I don't know why i haven't been able to keep up this past week. Maybe its that i haven't been fed any interesting lines in my day to day life. Or perhaps its due to my cold, whose status i have upgraded from "man flu" to "the plague." It may sound extreme, but you don't know man, you weren't there.
Or perhaps its a simple case of writers block, a lack of inspiration.
As i think this, a new quest forms in my mind, i must find some inspiration, for when i do, the whole world will benefit. Or perhaps something that sounds a bit less messianic.
But, this quest will be trickier than you'd think. Afterall, one mans muse is another mans, well, i don't know. Can't think of the word. Damn writers block.
A good place to start would be to look at the definition of inspiration, which is apparently "ivine guidance or influence exerted directly on the mind and soul of humankind." Well, it looks like i was right with the whole messianic angle, but i'm not sure i like that. Afterall, i'm not a believer in that. Unlike the Monkees, who believed after they saw her face.
Surely this can't mean that i'd be devoid of any hope of inspiration in the future? Because that's a sad sad picture. But then i thought, no, that's not right. Now, rock bands are certainly not god-faring people, but some of the stuff they've done has been nothing short of inspirational. If such classic, inspirational moments as "November Rain" are not examples of divine intervention, what is it that has created them?
It must be drugs. That's one of the only things that all inspirational rock bands have in common. And of course, its not unique to inspirational music. It extends to artists, actors and even scientists.
However, my argument is fundamentally flawed. Afterall, with my cold i've taken more drugs in the past week than the past year. Yet i'm the one complaining about a lack of inspiration. Unless, the illness creates an "inspiration vacuum." Which would explain why you never hear stories about musicians coming up with that awesome song/lyric/riff while on paracetomol, unless they took so many they almost died. It just makes sense.
So, is that the end of my quest? Have i come to the decision that i need to be rid of this plague before finding my inspiration? Well, i'll see if i do find it once i'm better. If i do, you'll be the first to know. If not, i won't be able to find the words to tell you, so expect the worst.
As always, if you take issue with anything in this entry, write it on a postcard, and send it wherever you want, cos they'd be more likely to read it than me.