How to Regain Inspiration

When you're a creative type like me–and you aren't, so I don't know why you're reading this article, but that's okay, I can't really talk you out of it and you never listen to me anymore–you have to keep the creative juices flowing. Now that I've grossed you out with that visual, I guess that creativity is really more like a tube of toothpaste. You squeeze it out in pea-shaped gobbets and then it...gross. This is just so goddamn gross. First I'm talking about creative juice, which sounds like a euphemism for you-know-what (orange juice), and then I'm going on about dental hygiene. Let me start afresh.

Okay, so creativity is actually like a fickle three-year-old and you've got a house full of Brussels sprouts and that poor child is going to starve unless you figure out a way to get him to work with you. I'm not being sexist, by the way, by referring to the three-year-old in this hypothetical scenario as a boy because little boys are total jerks. Little girls listen and do what you ask of them, but little boys are just the worst. And I should know, I was one. But in any case, creativity is not a faucet you can turn on and off. I think that the euphemism juice, in addition to being just ugh oh god it is just so nasty to talk about it that way, implies that somehow you can get into a flow.

I do not experience flow. My flow is more like LA traffic at rush hour when there's an overturned truck full of angry bees, and the cops are all on strike and their replacements all forgot their epipens.

Creativity comes in stops and starts. You have to just start typing, really. If you're stuck, go take a walk. It's more than likely that you're failing to feel inspired because nothing is inspiring you. Honestly, I watch TV to get half my ideas. I'm not grifting them–they just help me write better jokes because I have a frame of reference. I'm a comedian, and therefore weird, off-putting, and incapable of relating to people normally. I have to use this teevee device to help me understand what normal people find interesting and funny because I find the weirdest crap funny and interesting that no one does. That's what makes me funny to begin with. Technically, that's what makes you funny too, if you're ever interested in being funny. That's the nutshell of comedy, essentially: being socially retarded or close enough to it.

Here are a few other things I wrote down to help you regain inspiration.

  • Stop being uninspired.
  • Um...

Let me know what you think in the comments below!

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3 thoughts on “How to Regain Inspiration”

  1. That made me laugh so hard I cried. When I’m not freelancing, I’m writing fiction, so I sent that to my mom. Then she laughed until she cried, looked at me, and said, “So is THAT what goes on in your head?”

    I don’t claim to be a comedian, but people seem to think my ravings are pretty funny. (Until they find me peering over the edge of their bed at midnight with the spooky look on my face.) I can hardly watch TV with other people because I just don’t get their humor anymore. I make my own. So keep at it Cliff.

    Anyway, music is very inspiring I think. Music videos can spark interesting trains of thought, but I find that lying down with my eyes closed and riding on the music can really let your mind do what it needs. Get all your favorite artists and randomize them. I’ll get Tempest, Shinedown, Beethoven, and Marilyn Manson playing after each other, and I’m generally surprised by what I come up with. Whether it is pleasant or not is a different issue, but surprised – yes.

    Like I said, I’m not a comedian. But I think anyone can get the right combo of music together and create a creativity playlist.

    Or maybe I’m just nuts. *shrug*

  2. So, all I have to say (cause I’m completely uninspired) is that if you could just get my three-year-old little girl to listen and do what I asked, you’d be my freakin’ hero. Juice or no juice, that would be your greatest achievement. Ever. I guarantee.


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