There must be a light under the bushel!

Sphincter in the mind

I'm a little bummed that I waited too long to renew my account and I lost some of my writing. Nobody to blame but myself. I don't think I printed the work, but I'll have to go on a bit of a scavenger hunt to make sure. Oh well. The pieces weren't all that great, (but they were still MINE!).

I'm going to think of this as a fresh start instead. I need to get some new pieces up and running to replace the old ones. The only problem is that I think I have a disorder: sphincter of the mind. Now, maybe you haven't heard of this before, but I assure you it's a nasty thing (which is why I had to use the word sphincter--nasty connotations there!).

Ok, let me see if I can explain this to you. It's kind of like creativity constipation. I don't know where all these ass references are coming from, but this is what happens if I don't monitor myself. Unfortunately, when I monitor myself, my writing tends to be dull and uninspired.

There is a slight difference between creativity constipation and the sphincter of the mind disorder. The constipation means you're stopped up, just not flowing, right?

Now, for those of you who have made it this far into this disgusting analogy, the sphincter problem is that I have a hard time letting loose with the creativity! Those who know me might say I'm a little controlling. I try to make my writing too ordered. Because of this, I stifle my own creativity. I KNOW THIS!! The good news is that I'm beginning to recognize when I do this, and to combat the problem, I'm probably going to end up writing some ridiculous things until I find the right balance. I bet pot smokers don't have this problem. Grrrrrrrr.