The fact that I don’t know what I am going to write about today has not stopped me from starting to write. There is a lesson in there somewhere, although it may be a lesson only for me, in which case I will thank you all to stop reading my private lessons. All right, all right . . . if you are going to keep reading anyway, then chew on this: one of the best examples I took from A Director Prepares, a book by Anne Bogart, is that forcing yourself to make creative decisions is a great way to make good creative decisions, or at least to inject energy into the process. She provides an example of directing a show and understanding that some decision is needed but not knowing what that might be; her method is to walk to toward the stage announcing to everyone that she has made a decision and then fabricating it on the spot when she gets there.

I haven’t had trouble making decisions lately. My mind never stops. My problem is that given constraints in the way I have arranged the world around me, my decisions do not necessarily lead to action. This is fine because a lot of the choices I make are just plain stupid. But of course, the baby gets thrown out with the bathwater.

I don’t like babies anyway.

Okay, I secretly like one. If you are reading this, it is yours.