I’m sitting here at the Academy of Art University student library. I am starting to get an incredible headache, and I think it’s because I’m sitting in my own little sharpie den.
You know those cubicles that are in school libraries to help you focus? I swear mine has it’s own ecosystem. I can smell nothing but sharpie.
I’m working on ad campaign ideas, and I have been having the hardest time of my life. Usually if I just squeeze my brain a little harder, a drop of juice comes out. Well I’ve been squeezing for the past 3 and 1/2 hours. No juice. I could be on a bad sharpie trip.
There must be a ratio, some sort of rule, that allows for X amount of creativity the brain can churn out per day for each hour of sleeping time. I didn’t get much sleep last night. Or the night before. Or the night before. And while I feel fine physically, I’m wondering if I need to charge up my battery.
I rarely ever have writer’s block. The only challenge for me is to find the time to sit down and write. And right now, I can barely do that.
I guess the best strategy is not to identify with the emptiness of my mind, and try to assure myself that ideas will come back soon. Like a small animal. I need to focus on something else so I don’t scare the ideas away.
So there.
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