Burnout. How Long Does It Take?

Does anyone out there associate burnout with youth? Especially in the second decade of life?
We have numerous names on these lists. And the lists are long.
But has anyone ever thought about the process of burnout without having experienced it?
What if we looked at a broader group of artists, since musicians are easily the purveyors of substances that eventually kill them quickly in life and are disproportionately represented, unlike other artists?
Let’s think of just the process.
It’s rapid
It’s like a hurricane
Creativity is highly accelerated
What may seem unusual to others is simple for you.
You work at a rapid pace, absorbing and expressing lots of ideas, in multiple ways.
There is a strong element of chaos present. But it’s friendly. And amusing.
Every pore in your body becomes a tiny camera, which takes pictures of the world around you, and then sends them to your brain for editing.
Chores. Chores. Chores.
You’re nothing more than a servant to your Brain. Your Brain wants you to believe there is such a thing as free will, so it programs that as the Default Setting.
“Let us see …
What lunatic lurks here…”

More easy to manipulate that way.

The Difference Between The Crazy Ones And The Normal One

WordPress is determined to introduce new ways of solving problems because of their dinosaur physique.
They squeeze the solutions out of their users.
SO …
And this post keeps popping up as having failed to post.
So at this point, I have no idea how many of these are out there.
But it sure is lots of fun!

_______________________
So I have no idea whatsoever where this fits in this fomenting imaginary monster …
At some point I recall saying something about patterns emerging, but beyond that, I haven’t got the foggiest as to what’s going on here.
It all began with a tiny accident. Lately, I see pieces that had posted showing the post failed. I didn’t want a double-post, and I didn’t know what to do with it, other than edit what lay ahead of me and publish it.
As for today (space for confessional here) the sky is chronically gray with occasional intense thunderstorms. And it is on this day – today – my marriage ended, according to court filings. (Appropriate forecast there.)
I made it!
Yay…………
________________
One may often wonder about that …
How do you explain it?
To demonstrate an accurate version of it.
What general perceptions exist about the Crazies? Stereotypes?
Well lots of those exist.
They’re really popular.
Dynamite stuff.

The Difference Between The Crazy Ones And The Normal One

WordPress is determined to introduce new ways of solving problems because of their dinosaur physique.
They squeeze the solutions out of their users.
SO …
And this post keeps popping up as having failed to post.
So at this point, I have no idea how many of these are out there.
But it sure is lots of fun!

_______________________
So I have no idea whatsoever where this fits in this fomenting imaginary monster …
At some point I recall saying something about patterns emerging, but beyond that, I haven’t got the foggiest as to what’s going on here.
It all began with a tiny accident. Lately, I see pieces that had posted showing the post failed. I didn’t want a double-post, and I didn’t know what to do with it, other than edit what lay ahead of me and publish it.
As for today (space for confessional here) the sky is chronically gray with occasional intense thunderstorms. And it is on this day – today – my marriage ended, according to court filings. (Appropriate forecast there.)
I made it!
Yay…………
________________
One may often wonder about that …
How do you explain it?
To demonstrate an accurate version of it.
What general perceptions exist about the Crazies? Stereotypes?
Well lots of those exist.
They’re really popular.
Dynamite stuff.

The Abysmal Truth About Rockville

You can get from here to Rockville in 45 minutes. Straight down I-95 South. In other words … Not far.
So do you ever hear of Dylan making a run to Rockville when he’s playing Baltimore?
Or anyone else for that matter?

Write? Dance? Paint? Music? Practical Decisions Made Early in Life

Many will say artists are highly impractical creatures.
I say humbug to that.
I’d bet we are far better decision makers than top executives at top firms. And its methodology is simple. No complex formulas required to discover.
For us.
At least.
You often wonder why when masses of stupid people persist in identifying us through such a trait we just don’t stand up and rebel?
Guess what?
I was very young when I made my decision. Not more than 5, probably.
I took a good look at myself and said: “Now what do you want to do with yourself? Which one is it gonna be?”
“Why does it have to be one?” I said. “Why not as many as possible?”
“Whatever.”
“Based on my mathematical computations, I conclude the following order of concentration:
Writing
Dancing
Painting
Music
All you need is a pencil, pen, and paper for one.
And for the other, it’s all there. You walk around in it all the time – your body.”

The Difference Between The Crazy Ones And The Normal One

So I have no idea whatsoever where this fits in this fomenting imaginary monster …
At some point I recall saying something about patterns emerging, but beyond that, I haven’t got the foggiest as to what’s going on here.
It all began with a tiny accident. Lately, I see pieces that had posted showing the post failed. I didn’t want a double-post, and I didn’t know what to do with it, other than edit what lay ahead of me and publish it.
As for today (space for confessional here) the sky is chronically gray with occasional intense thunderstorms. And it is on this day – today – my marriage ended, according to court filings. (Appropriate forecast there.)
I made it!
Yay…………
________________
One may often wonder about that …
How do you explain it?
To demonstrate an accurate version of it.
What general perceptions exist about the Crazies? Stereotypes?
Well lots of those exist.
They’re really popular.
Dynamite stuff.