I'm feeling some pressure from the Younger Set. Self-imposed for certain, but pressure nonetheless.
The pressure goes something like this: "I think you should write about this!"
Don't they know that merely by saying those words out loud, the pressure squashes my imagination and leaves me like a fish gasping for air on the beach? The slow trickle of the creative stream that occasionally leaks out of my body completely dries up, not a mist remains.
Evidently, they don't.
Know.
The Younger Set.
Why would they?
.
1 comment:
Now who comprises this "Younger Set?"
I hear you on the loss of creativity when creativity is expected upon demand. It never works out well that way...
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