The Inferno that is an Idea

It's funny the resilience of the Mind. In the few short weeks that I've been in school, I've found that the creativity and wit doesn't roll off my brain and formulate itself into an idea, like I thought it would. I have prided myself on my ability to be quick-thinking, but I'm realizing that, like bread dough, it needs to be constantly kneaded and made pliable before anything of value would be cooked up. On that note, just when I feel like I've exhausted all the ideas in my brittle mind, something will come to me. It's not always genius, sure, but it proves that there is that little spark in me that may someday turn into a big spark which may even end up starting a little fire...I'm not holding my breath in hopes that the fire will turn into a raging inferno, but perhaps that's the point - even the most brilliant writers aren't brilliant all the time. They just publish the best stuff and leave the millions of duds they came up with on the slaughterhouse floor.

Fur Coat Itches When Damp With Dew or Blood

So, this is my first attempt at maintaining a web-log. I've got quite a few journals that are two and three entries running with gaps of years between them so perhaps this will end up the same way...except that it's online and anyone can read it and I'll probably save all the juicy stuff for the paper-bound, analog version under my bed.

 

I'm going to advertising school now in hopes that I can finally remove myself from the drudgery of the corporate world once and for all. You'd think my gumption and raw talent would be enough for me to sail into a paradisiacal future...come to find out the boat I rented from the shifty, one-eyed man in the harbor who smelled of fish and vinegar had a hole in the bottom about the size of a pomegranate. So, ad school is the caulk that promises a sailing date two years from now. We shall see...