Every year I brace myself for Daylight Savings Time and every year it's just awful. Especially the first few days when you get home and the day just feels over and it feels like bedtime even though it's only 6pm. Why why WHY.
Right now I've got about an hour to kill before rehearsal with Explone. Lately I've been thinking about songwriting and creative work in general. Have you ever noticed that the creative stuff never gets any easier? If I wrote a thousand songs, I'd guarantee you that number one-thousand-and-one will be just as big a pain in the ass to finish. Or start, for that matter.
The flush of triumph that comes from finishing one song lasts exactly as long the time I waste putting off tackling the next one.
You could be the #1 World Champion Alligator Wrestler Of The Known Universe but you can only pose for photo-ops for so long before you have to get in the pit with another 15-foot monster.
Have you ever seen Dawn Of The Dead, the one with the mall? It feels like that sometimes. Each day that goes by where I decide to punt, to not wrestle that 'gator -- not today, at least, I mean, it's dark outside and I really need to learn HTML5 and this Castlevania demo ain't gonna play itself -- is another day closer to the day the dead shatter the glass doors and find my couch cushion fort in the furniture section.
And they'll get me, eventually. So it's either hurl myself back into the 'gator pit, or wait for the zombies and pretend to be all surprised when they get here. It's more interesting in the pit.