Robot vs. Dinosaur - Chicago

(I am officially a blog-day whore, chronically stealing other people's days because I cannot get my shit together early enough to post on my designated day.)

I also know this has been written about millions of time before, but lately I’ve been hung up on the ideas of inspiration and motivation as they pertain to writing. I’m cursed with what (mistakenly) appears to be a pretty dim fire in that most of the time, I don’t want to write anything. This apprehension is equal opportunity, as I don’t want to write brochures for work, or e-mails to friends, or blog posts, or sketches… it’s not that I hate writing; I love to write. It’s that I dislike producing anything I find unawesome, which unfortunately is inevitable, especially since I am roughly a 9.67 on the 10-point imperfection scale.

This fear becomes a problem when faced with only a few seconds to respond to an e-mail – I just won’t respond at all. Better nothing that a quick, impersonal reply, right? Probably not. Better no sketch than a dumb sketch about a man who lives inside a camel carcass, right? That one’s debatable. But in general, I’m trying to remind myself that it’s better to continually produce than to wait until you think your brain is finally primed to create something miraculous.

People would rather receive a short e-mail, rife with misspellings, than no e-mail at all.
Everything produced has potential.
There is humor in a camel carcass.