Lake inspired post
But sometimes you are dropped into a lake where the banks are too far to spot and the current is too hard to swim against.
Where the fuck is the other side?
You breathlessly tread water looking for a way out. You latch onto some passing drift wood only to have it sink under your weight. You yell at the top of your lungs, but it falls on fish ears.
Just as you're about to come to terms with a watery death, you realize that the current is taking you ashore. Panic is now relief. You end your ordeal by coughing up a Bay Watch belch of water.
This is my process. And from what I can tell, is the same for the creative people I'm surrounded by everyday.
A culture that builds bridges over big, scary lakes breeds weak swimmers. Coming out the other end of a complex task is like a Pamela Anderson revival: buoyant.
You feel awesome, right?






