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Race to the Jam

Traffic jams are not simply one static blockade. They are dynamic. They grow. And they tend to grow exponentially because other motorists not yet in the jam are basically racing to it; racing to a clog. The larger that clog becomes the faster motorists will arrive at it. This is what's counter-intuitive about traffic: racing doesn't help. What helps is for everyone to assume some median speed and merge together. This slowing gives the clog a chance to clear and makes the road generally safer.

The creative process is like this. Blockages can be caused by a number of things. But a constant downpour of new ideas, tasks, critiques, any information regarding the creative process, is what eventually predominates if the block lasts long enough. Everything builds up as priorities become blurry and each task is trying to race past the block; racing toward a clog.

I've been stuck on a group of projects and their related tasks and facts for a while. I have a small collection of exercises that I've wanted to diagram into a short book for a few months now. In the beginning, when the block was just starting to form, tasks and information would creep by, impededed but not completely blocked. As the clot has grown, produowctivity has completely stopped.

Now I feel like there are a million ideas and I can't lose a one. It's one thing to let go of an idea in favor of completing another. It's another thing to be unable to get anything done and let go of an idea that persists among a plethora of others, all equally late-seeming. Nothing can be done so everything has to be done!

And who knows why that very first thing, I can't dispose of. I can't pull out the bottom pin. The whole of my being seems driven to complete this thing. Until I do it nothing will feel complete. And anything that I do complete will be done whilst gulping this kernel of indecision. "Could of this of been better if I wasn't bothered by this other thing?" "Could I of switch into that other lane and gotten through?!"