Sometimes it seems that the only times I have any stream of creative ideas are when I’m in in the midst of rejection and defeat.
And it’s not even that what I create has anything to do with these defeats, and that my only decent work is predicated on sadness, loneliness, and depression, although that may be true.
It’s more like my imagination seems to go into overdrive, pumping out ideas that have possibly lain dormant for months in an attempt to distract the rest of my mind from the pathetic and absurd reality that is my life.
Of course, you’re not seeing any of that here. All the good stuff is somewhere else.
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