there is a wry sense of irony in the way life chooses to throw its punches (and lemons) at you. today, I was just desperately seeking inspiration so as to kick start a new writing portfolio but alas the long-standing writer’s block was still being a bitch until.

until, I got sucker-punched in the gut by some pretty jarring news: I was being taken off a production I had tried so hard to make time for. well, okay. immediate response, I could, A) go into a massive bitch fit and lash out in a ballistic hell-hath-no-fury-like-a-woman-scorned style, or B) be ego-bruised, voice-quaveringly eye-wateringly upset and chain call every semi-friend who would listen to trash talk on the injustice that had just been coldly served up to me, or C) get off my high horse and down (dooowwwwnnnnn) to the neat little plate of humble pie lain before me and graciously inject the lot before whole-heartedly paying for it in full with cheques of apologies and a huge wad of repentance.

of course I went with option C (not before crash-banging my way through the other two stages obviously – very poised indeed, I know). 

nonetheless, an important and tough lesson learnt today: life will punch you, but people will punch you harder. you just can’t have it all.

but what you /can/ have, is inspiration served to you in the strangest and most unexpected of ways. today when I received this awkwardly unsettling piece of news, momentarily I felt the same string of emotions that I experienced a few years back; emotions that dispelled the writing inertia which then paved the way for some of the best pieces I wrote back then. so although it isn’t inspiration INSPIRATION per se, I have been so desperately searching for a shred of that familiar writing juice for ages. and this might just be it. as I grow older I have come to realize that as much as such emotions may suck (your life, and energy, and soul), they are the nectar of creative regeneration.

aside: throwback! http://sudden-epiphany.blogspot.sg/2013/01/exile.html 

old words, new circumstances.
different subjects, same verses.

here’s to more writing. and more sadness. why sadness? because only sadness lasts long enough for good writing to be produced from it. happiness is good, but way too fleeting. so yes, to more writing.

--

happy note: looking forward to a longer break, extended roadtrippin’ with my bro, more catch up time with my pals, lots more reading and writing, and general escape from style-cramping bullshit.

Am I always starting over in a brand new story,/
Am I always back at one after all I've done?/
‘Cause I've burned all of my bridges/
And learned every last lesson too/
So how can I start new?

there is a wry sense of irony in the way life chooses to throw its punches (and lemons) at you. today, I was just desperately seeking inspiration so as to kick start a new writing portfolio but alas the long-standing writer’s block was still being a bitch until.

until, I got sucker-punched in the gut by some pretty jarring news: I was being taken off a production I had tried so hard to make time for. well, okay. immediate response, I could, A) go into a massive bitch fit and lash out in a ballistic hell-hath-no-fury-like-a-woman-scorned style, or B) be ego-bruised, voice-quaveringly eye-wateringly upset and chain call every semi-friend who would listen to trash talk on the injustice that had just been coldly served up to me, or C) get off my high horse and down (dooowwwwnnnnn) to the neat little plate of humble pie lain before me and graciously inject the lot before whole-heartedly paying for it in full with cheques of apologies and a huge wad of repentance.

of course I went with option C (not before crash-banging my way through the other two stages obviously – very poised indeed, I know). 

nonetheless, an important and tough lesson learnt today: life will punch you, but people will punch you harder. you just can’t have it all.

but what you /can/ have, is inspiration served to you in the strangest and most unexpected of ways. today when I received this awkwardly unsettling piece of news, momentarily I felt the same string of emotions that I experienced a few years back; emotions that dispelled the writing inertia which then paved the way for some of the best pieces I wrote back then. so although it isn’t inspiration INSPIRATION per se, I have been so desperately searching for a shred of that familiar writing juice for ages. and this might just be it. as I grow older I have come to realize that as much as such emotions may suck (your life, and energy, and soul), they are the nectar of creative regeneration.

aside: throwback! http://sudden-epiphany.blogspot.sg/2013/01/exile.html 

old words, new circumstances.
different subjects, same verses.

here’s to more writing. and more sadness. why sadness? because only sadness lasts long enough for good writing to be produced from it. happiness is good, but way too fleeting. so yes, to more writing.

--

happy note: looking forward to a longer break, extended roadtrippin’ with my bro, more catch up time with my pals, lots more reading and writing, and general escape from style-cramping bullshit.

Am I always starting over in a brand new story,/
Am I always back at one after all I've done?/
‘Cause I've burned all of my bridges/
And learned every last lesson too/
So how can I start new?