Writing when your brain won’t write

People feel conflicted so I’ve seen. About this. Some call it inspiration, others motivation. Now to be inspired calls for divine, mythical, that who cannot be called. So, these pretentious artists usually delay writing songs because Jesus said heroin was a better choice than the guitar.

The motivation warriors are equally fascinating. They talk as if crusaders in the Middle Ages. And yet, they (usually) tend to be more supportive towards one another, whereas the inspired people tend to isolate and assume leadership.

Here’s my problem: I like both angles. I understand how doing something that feels bad then can make you dislike said activity. Equally as much, some things need to happen regardless of how you feel.

So, is my guitar an inspiration, or motivation to make me want to write better songs? A line needs to be drawn in the sand somewhere, but it’s a close call hitting that line just right, otherwise failing abruptly due to terrible coping mechanisms.

What do I cope with usually? What do I know about coping? There’s good coping, there’s terrible coping. My yoga to your three-day techno club binging.

To each their own, but that’s forcing me into another matter entirely. Definitions. We have a set of rules that need be executed for us to work. And they’re all particular. More on that later.