Exiting the creative loop is like waking up after a night full of dreams. As soon as you step out of your dreamlike state, memories start to mix up and blend until it all rushes into utter oblivion.
If you’re lucky or trained, you’re able to recall at least a few places or situations, but if you had to write down or to tell somebody what you dreamt about, you couldn’t help but enrich your tale with fictional details, smooth and refine, move the time connections, and anyway you would end up sounding like someone who just came back from a trip on acid.
You wouldn’t be able to build even the foundations of your dream, not even in your head, imagine putting together a story for someone who didn’t see anything, whom you had to describe evil dragons, inflamed quadripods, gravity inversions, telekinesis and much more. Sounds crazy, it really looked like it all made sense while you were dreaming. But now, not even you know what the hell you’re talking about.
Well, when the adrenaline burst is over, when even the last embers of your creative fire are extinguished, when too much time passes, just the same occurs. You feel like you just lost your memory, like you just completed a never ending tour de force. And actually maybe barely half an hour passed. And the genius is lost. Disappeared. End of the game.
Maybe you even take a step back, trying to reconstruct the mental processes that made you produce your dreamlike product. Yet it seems like it all lacks logic, and you feel you would need much stronger stimuli than the ones that lighted that fire in order to reconnect to the stream.
So, what’s next?
