Song mood: Lose Yourself by Eminem.
So, right now, the solution is libraries or cafes. I need to do what it takes to get writing done. And a library is the place to do it. At the moment I’m at Sump Library.
There are a certain set of rules for me, and nobody else in the house has rules. So it’s okay for someone to be yelling and slamming doors at one or two o’clock in the morning. But I’m not allowed to complain about it. It doesn’t take a genius to know why there are rules for me and no rules for anyone else.
Just writing that will get me into trouble.
The poems that I was supposed to write the last couple of nights haven’t been written. The conditions exist where I lose me creativity. But that doesn’t matter.
The first step to getting my creativity back is to find environments where I can write.
I wish I made the kind of friends that would say, yeah, you can sleep my couch. You will be safe and be able to sleep.
Anyway, I’m super tired right now, but can’t do anything about it.
I booked a couple nights at the Raddison in Winnipeg for my birthday. If I traveled someone, I would be okay with it. But I’m traveling by myself and so it’s just an expense I have to pay for peace and quiet on and around my birthday.
Still listening to Christina Henry’s Alice.
I’m too tired to want to do anything, let alone be creative.
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