When I set out to create this blog, I had in mind a cyberplace of personal creative expression. I thought I would write more openly, create more vividly...
Instead, I find myself musing a lot on food and drawing up lists about Indiana. It's all I can do to resist plotting out the top ten greasy meats Hoosiers render gravy from (#1: pork sausage - or is it pot roast?).
I have plastered the walls of my blog with more album covers than I had tacked up in my bedroom when I was thirteen.
So... what's the problem? Cre-laz-tivity, that's the problem. I have become creatively lazy. I have fallen back on the easy and haven't stretched my creative muscles enough.
What's the solution? I dunno. I like to think if I hang out at the local tres trendy coffee shop with my laptop, sipping a mochalattechino (with a choco-coated coffee bean seated proudly atop the lid) and looking suburbanite cool (huh?), then my muse will be unleashed and the catchiest, most mind-grasping prose will flow from my fingertips.
Or, I could just lie here in bed, listening to my beautiful wife snore, and wishing the umpteenth rerun of Everybody Loves Raymond hadn't been pre-empted by a baseball game.
Maybe I just found the root of my cre-laz-tivity problem. It's all Ray Romano's fault.
By the way, here's a list of the top ten reasons biscuits and gravy are better in Indiana than anywhere else...
OK - I'm just kidding. About the list, that is. I never kid about biscuits and gravy.
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