I have a problem
Unless I’m pushed by some outside force, I can barely finish anything. I’m one helluva self-starter, but never a finisher. I’m attempting to end that, right here, right now. Ten o’clock every night will be my creative hour. No surfing the internet, no cooking, no phone calls, just an hour to sit down for the sole purpose of creating something. I’m typically private about my interwebz, but I can’t for this. Public accountability should force me to break this bad habit.
I’ve decided that my creative outlet of choice will be one the things I love dearly in life: parody songs. Specifically, parody songs about food. I always mishear lyrics or change the chorus in my head. Now, I’ve got to commit to the whole thing. I will rewrite whole songs to be about food. Embarrassment should keep me from fucking this up.