I’m writing this as a more calm and collected followup to “Nasty”. Sometimes debris leftover from a brainstorm can be used to refurbish negative thoughts in a more constructive manner. To escape the day to day drudge that each of us are required to put up with is the dream, but during my brief time of unemployment I found myself unstructured and undisciplined, when left to my own devices with unlimited time to job search and do whatever I felt like (besides occasional gig work). As it would turn out for as much as I would love to escape, work gives me a feeling of purpose, a sene of belonging and the ability to truly value my time and its limitations.

Part of being rational is recognizing the good that comes with the bad and being able to accept that there are certain things we must do for our own good. They say “Absolute power corrupts absolutely”, so what does absolute freedom do? What does it mean to be “free” anyway? What does that look like for me? What might that look like for you, the reader? Is freedom millions of dollars in the bank being your own boss where you have a tremendous amount of responsbility to be self-disciplined or is it forced discipline from a regular job that allows you to value the time that you do have, however much or little that might be?

Writing requires creativity which is not formulated in a void, but pulled from various sources of inspiration that come from living your life (having a job being a big part of that, besides a social life of some kind). If you don’t have a life outside of writing, your creative wells will run dry and you will cease being the idea machine you once thought that you were. A life without inspiration will create the ultimate writer’s block. We must experience life if we are going to write about it.