Knockin' on an empty door

I feel blog-happy today. I might even write two. We'll see. My thoughts are bigger than my stomach. Or something like that.

There are only 2 weeks and 3 days left of my grad school career. But the Internet does not care about that, so I will save that for those people who actually have to talk to me in public.

I have felt thwarted in my creativity lately. I think I feel stunted because Scott is running around in all of these plays, and directing the crap out of "Wit", and I'm like, "Yes, hi, I'm very busy. I cannot indulge that creative section of my brain at this time. Please check back in one month. Thank you and goodbye." And then I hang up on myself. All those good ideas, knocking and listening with their ear to the door. No answer, good fellows, no room even in the far back corner. Come back soon.

It's interesting only because it makes me more than slightly cranky about what Scott is doing, being all CREATIVE and everything (how dare he?). I am hugely supportive 90% of the time. But the other 10%, let me tell you, I am a pill and Scott is not a big fan. I make crazy statements like, "Why would you start your scene that way? That's not how long that takes." and "I think the ramp should go further that way." Yes. I know. Here I am, Johnny come lately to the creative party because I've been busy making hay doing other things, and then I pop in and I am just full of IDEAS. Silly me.

The good news is that I am anxious to have the time to be creative. Which should mean that once I have the time, the creative energy inside me will be bursting out of me and I will be a fantastic (insert creative role here). Of course I will. Or, I could just have the IDEA that I'll be creative and then once I am confronted with the scary idea of free time, I'll lose all of that idea in one puff of smoke and I'll be left without anything to show for myself. And Scott will still be running around in all these plays. Always showing me up, that one.

See the play. It will be fantastic. Even if they didn't listen to my fabulous ideas. Punks.