I went to college and did my fair share of…studying. Well, not too much of that. I was in architecture so we basically lived at the studio. Sometimes, there was extra-curricular activities going on to “expand your mind”. What do dumb architecture students know, right?
Now that I’ve gotten (much) older, I have shied away from the magical herb and looked to more natural ways of having out of body experiences. Beer. No, not beer. Although I like it and even brewed it for a while. I’m talking about the creative process.
Something weird happens when you are in the middle of creating. I think it’s switching over to the right side of your brain or something but you become transported into a different world. I know that when I’m writing, I don’t hear anything else (except for salad eaters in the QUIET ROOM). My fingers blaze on the keys (I’m a pretty fast typer, yeah. Wapner’s on at seven) but my brain is somewhere else.
It’s odd. Time stops or flies, depending on your perspective. I can sit down and start writing or animating and then look up and the sun is down. Well, I can’t write for THAT long. I’m afraid I would die from enhancement overload. My turns are usually about two hours at a time.
After that, I’m in a haze. It’s weird. It’s like I’m stoned again (sorry, mom). My feelings are in a state of euphoria and it seems as if I’m walking on air. That makes the drive back from the office (the local library) a little difficult.
I can just see getting pulled over. Sir, I’m going to have to cite you for driving under the influence of creative endeavors. What would that sobriety test look like? Okay, now read this passage from Longfellow with one eye shut…
oh literary humor.
Anyway, I’m not sure why I decided to write about this today. I think I’m coming out of a haze right now. Yes, Dr. Strangelove, I agree with you. In every way.
now where is that beer?