A bit like "write drunk, edit sober" but instead of drunk, you're a raving lunatic.
A bit like "write drunk, edit sober" but instead of drunk, you're a raving lunatic.
I think a most fragile stage is when you've part-imagined a new track, and unclear if it's a good idea, if it works, even what it is. This can collapse like a house of card in the lightest breeze, a dream upon waking.
Human beings are automatically conformist - crucial for learning, language, custom, law, cooperation and trade, from the beginning - so it's good we need special circumstances for "creativity".
And that comes with the proviso that sometimes, the stupid solution is actually just fine, and you didn’t even need to make it so complicated.
One day, I thought, I don't even want all this crap, I would rather just have one of each essential "form" (large spoon, large fork, cup, plate, etc) and I certainly can't get them washed. So I grabbed a garbage bag and gently placed everything in (clearing the sink) and disposed of the weight.
Haven't had a problem since and I live much more peacefully and unburdened by all that.