Okay, so I’ve had writers block for awhile and I’m having a tough time getting back into writing songs. Do you guys have any suggestions of what I could do, or even give me topics/idea’s I could write about? Trying to get suicide off my mind…
Go out into a grassy field, your garden, a park…quiet if possible…anywhere that’s nice and calm and take some paper, some colours and a pen with you.
It’s the best holiday you can get anywhere away from the rest of the world.
In a town once bustling with life and everyday banter, darkness has ensued, forcing the residents into a religiously observed curfew and avoidance of any night time activities. One woman – armed only with her inane knowledge of the obscure and police issue sidearm – braves the light-deprived town of Dreary searching for the source (or lack thereof) of this dark abyss. Local shamans harped on for centuries over the fact it was built on top of an old Maori burial ground, yet the settlers at the time did not heed their warnings.
People are disappearing, shadows are creeping up on the brightest of days, and no one has a clue as to what provoked the town to turn into the most eerie of villages it has now become. With the darkest of nights now prevalent over an entire populace – who will bring forth the light?
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Read your favorite quotes or listen to a good song 😕
Go out into a grassy field, your garden, a park…quiet if possible…anywhere that’s nice and calm and take some paper, some colours and a pen with you.
It’s the best holiday you can get anywhere away from the rest of the world.
Just write about an entirely silly topic like eating ice cream or jogging. It may seem stupid but after writing it you’ll feel happy. 🙂
In a town once bustling with life and everyday banter, darkness has ensued, forcing the residents into a religiously observed curfew and avoidance of any night time activities. One woman – armed only with her inane knowledge of the obscure and police issue sidearm – braves the light-deprived town of Dreary searching for the source (or lack thereof) of this dark abyss. Local shamans harped on for centuries over the fact it was built on top of an old Maori burial ground, yet the settlers at the time did not heed their warnings.
People are disappearing, shadows are creeping up on the brightest of days, and no one has a clue as to what provoked the town to turn into the most eerie of villages it has now become. With the darkest of nights now prevalent over an entire populace – who will bring forth the light?
In The Absence of Light – In cinemas this Spring.
Ride it out.
Or Write it out.
Or both.
Read some Jung.
Artists are not controllers of their art, but are instead tools, mediums, through which the play instinct of “collective man” expresses itself.