So recently I found myself thumbing through my portfolio and ideas files, crossing out and throwing away things that I thought were stupid or passe. And there were a lot of them. I mean, more than half of that stuff seemed to no longer hold any meaning. Ideas that seemed insightful and full of promise at the time of their inception, inspiring me to potential volumes of creative content, now seem childish and passe. It seems that procrastination breeds, well... shitness.
But then "Hitler: The Musical" was always a non-starter.
The longer an idea stays in the head or on the drawing board the longer it stagnates and becomes less of a potential work of art and more a zany idea or one liner to discuss anecdotally in social situations.
Even this blog was thought of nearly a week ago, and has taken its sweet and unnecessary time to textually arrive. Large parts of me think it would've been a whole lot better closer to inception.
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