An open letter to my recent productive streak
June 30th, 2009Productive Streak
Well, well, well. Where the hell have you been? So you think after however long it’s been that you can just waltz back into my life? You’re lucky you’re so damn cute. Â I’ve missed you, and I’m glad you’re back. It’s kind of nice looking back over the projects you and started ages ago but never finished. We were filled with such inspiration! But then you started looking around. You were bored with me. I caught you staring at other projects while I was at home slaving over the ones we had already started. Pretty soon, you were dipping your honey stick into so many pots that I had to throw my hands in the air and say, “enough. I am not your whore, productive streak!”
After that, as you will recall, we both went our separate ways. Some nights I would lie awake and worry that you were somewhere dead in a ditch, or wandering the streets looking to trade blow jobs for plot ideas. But mostly I just found solace in short form thrills and stories. They fed me for a good while, dulling the pain of your memory.Â
Then recently you showed up at my place looking beat to hell. You were unshaven and your breath stank of sour hops and barley. You didn’t apologize, you just set your dirty hobo-stick down and went into my office. I decided not to say anything and see where you might be going with this. Before I knew it, we were working together again. You and I, we were actually writing, and better still, we were enjoying. I got you cleaned up and something to eat and we dug in even deeper.Â
We never have apologized to each other, but I think that would just be a bit redundant, because the scripts we are turning out together seems more than enough.
Much Love
Travis
ah yes, i know this feeling all too well. very well put my friend!
I feel your angst and hope to have the same success putting disjointed trains back on their tracks. My muse has a most interesting communication style. Sometimes, she flutters up to my ear, and begins to whisper, only to vanish as soon as I turn my head to hear closer. If I am fortunate, she sits down to have several cups of coffee, regaling me with fascinating miscellany. Creative energy is a force that seems to be mutable, thriving on the ebb and flow of life. May you have good results with helping your streak to stay. Peace.