do you have a process?
what about a creative fetish? does your chair have to face east and your
pencil laptop’s corners meet coordinates that were the ones mentioned in pynchon’s ‘v’? (fuck if i know if coordinates were mentioned in pynchon’s ‘v’, profanity being what it is these days.)
i have a process. it’s pretty much been the same since my late teens. i call it the stew pot of creativity. there’s an idea and then there’s nothing. so the idea gets put in the pot and the pot is put on the stove with the flame set on simmer. i walk away from it. when i think of it again, i sit down and it comes out. sometimes it’s a delicious meal (so say i) and sometimes i have to struggle with the spices and other ingredients to get it to be just so; you should know there are times when i must throw the whole thing into the garbage and take it up to the trash bins and start the whole process over again. what about you?