Sometimes inspiration doesn’t strike: no ideas, no thoughts, no nothing.
My mind is an empty cupboard cleaned of all morsels, crumbs, and other droppings.
And then I think …
why was was I eating in that “mind cupboard” … and who the hell’s been cleaning it???
Sure wasn’t me!
note: like most things in my life … if inspiration doesn’t come easily, I’m not going to try to do anything about it. I’m very Zen … or lazy … or something like that.
double note: I’m so far from so good … so far.
triple note: my mind isn’t really like a cupboard, it’s more like a walk-in closet that you can run around in. (I don’t have to follow those architectural rulers)
Today I yelled at a car that zoomed by me, “Are you Mario Andretti, or something?”
I must have stopped watching car racing when I was 7.