A week ago I wrote this post about creativity, lack thereof, a book I was reading, and leash aggression. I was reading this book about inspiration and feeling pretty uninspired. It was a fascinating read, and, at times, alarming. There was a section that discussed the drop off in creativity during middle age! A chapter discussed urban friction, a concept which, loosely translated, means that in city settings individuals are forced to interact/cross paths and exchange ideas.
My previous post was all about how my dog has developed leash aggression since living in seclusion here in Annapolis, and I have not been as creatively productively since moving to the Forest! I sat on the unpublished post though because it seemed overly negative. I felt like, unintentionally, it belittled my accomplishments since moving back to MD. I didn't want to make it seem as if being a father wasn't the best development in my life! So why bother? Why bother complaining?
Quitcha Bitchin, Boy!
I enjoyed the book. It made me long for the days when I could sit down at my computer and work on a writing project, or wrestle with revisions. I was approached by a friend to see some of my scripts for possible production in the future. I enjoy spending my down time playing with baby, and snuggling with mommy. That's what the life is right now. So why not enjoy what I can?
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Tootsie has become Cujo on a leash. She tried to maul a lady's ankles last time I walked her.
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