Murdering time.

Not just killing it. Brutally murdering it. I've been so unproductive with my writing lately, I figured I'd pour a few words out and see if I can get my thoughts focused enough to want to something with my time.

It's almost funny, really. I seem to be a hell of a lot more creative when my thoughts are muddied. Like ideas that just pop out of some maelstrom that swirls about in my head. And then when everything is clear, no more ideas. Sure, it's not an uncommon story, in fact more a cliche. "Ah, I must suffer for my work!" I think I'd prefer to split the difference.

Next week I'll just have to force myself to head out to a cafe or something so that I can just sit down and do some writing in my notebook. There's just something about having other people around you, but that aren't talking to you, aren't bothering you, aren't really interested in you, that sort of feeds into that creativity. Like a sort of network that we're all connected to, one that becomes stronger with proximity.

Some people might think this is just plain silly, but hear me out. Call it what you will, a collective consciousness, a social network (the real kind, not the web versions!), hive minds or group thinking. But people seem to not only gravitate to the same areas but also the same behaviors often unawares. For example, in a large store, maybe a grocery store, maybe an electronics store, watch how many people walk towards the exit because they're done shopping. If it's moderately busy, sometimes it'll be eerie how a whole bunch of customers go at once, as if everyone realizes that it's time to leave.

Anyhow, that's what I'll do next week. Find myself a crowd. A collective, a network. And hopefully draw off some of that thought, that energy, that creativity, and be productive again.