Where do you find the time?

[CRNDLSM]

I don't have a computer, so my log-ins are when I think there's slow time at work, in a doghouse, amidst constant poop cleaning and bark sirens

[Leanne]

Poop and noise are great stimuli for poetry. In fact, I'm almost sure Byron wrote a sonnet about it. Poop, noise and shagging relatives. Don't do that, by the way. People talk.

[Achebe]

For anything moderately creative, there's nothing like the hours of procrastination before a looming deadline.

[CRNDLSM]

Poop and noise are great stimuli for poetry.  In fact, I'm almost sure Byron wrote a sonnet about it.  Poop, noise and shagging relatives.  Don't do that, by the way.  People talk.

hilarious

" O Cloacina, Goddess of this place,
Look on thy suppliants with a smiling face.
Soft, yet cohesive let their offerings flow,
Not rashly swift nor insolently slow. "

─
this is the closest thing I think I could find to it, Reginald Reynolds attributes this to Byron

[just mercedes]

I have time; retired, living alone, so lots of time. Even so, being pushed, having stress in the background, is always productive for me.

Some good writing comes when you don't want to sit down and write but you do anyway. I know now that when that antipathy to poetry builds up in me (and it becomes loathing, at its worst) it's a signal there's something brewing in my head.

Remembering to just relax and let the process happen is the hardest part of writing for me.

[rayheinrich]

I live with a very old dog, I am familiar with the poop and pee thing though
I'm really not sure it helps that much with my writing. My cats are questionable
in this area as well. But I wish you luck with this sort of thing, the sources
of creativity are different for all of us and for any individual the damn things
keep changing. If they could emanate from poo in the future, I'm sure to
become a half-decent writer.

May you fare well,
Ray

[QDeathstar]

Usually when i'm driving down the road at breakneck speeds.

[rayheinrich]

Usually when i'm driving down the road at breakneck speeds.

    You too? That's one of my most creative times as well. I find my creativity surges
at inconvenient times. Give me a relaxed time, a time when I, at last, have a
chance to take a break from this aimless milling about that we call life; and my
mind goes utterly blank. It's a time fit only for washing dishes and feeding cats.
(Though, truthfully, feeding cats is probably the most useful thing I seem to be
able to accomplish these days.)

The gods, all of them, are trickster gods.

[CRNDLSM]

Usually when i'm driving down the road at breakneck speeds.

From the phone?!  Autocorrect is the worst

[Quixilated]

Yes, his name is Otto Von Incorrect, and he's an evil genius who has devoted his life to making sure people accidentally say something wildly inappropriate or embarrassing to their most conservative and straight laced relatives.  

[just mercedes]

I wrote a meta poem once comparing writing and taking a crap; sonnets, when neatly cut off, epics when laying some cables, blank verse when you strain but nothing happens, etc. Can't find it - I must have deleted it in a 'Delete all the WTF poems' frenzy.

[UselessBlueprint]

Usually when i'm driving down the road at breakneck speeds.

Interesting. I tend to blank out at those times. That said, I don't reach breakneck speeds too often - my truck's speedometer stops at 100 mph. I got it up to 90 once, but it started shaking violently.

I have time when I'm stuck in traffic and there's no one to talk to except myself. At my previous university, I often had to wait for more than an hour outside my classes.

[CRNDLSM]

I wrote a meta poem once comparing writing and taking a crap; sonnets, when neatly cut off, epics when laying some cables, blank verse when you strain but nothing happens, etc. Can't find it - I must have deleted it in a 'Delete all the WTF poems' frenzy.

I would love to read this poem, by the way what is laying some cables?

[just mercedes]

I wrote a meta poem once comparing writing and taking a crap; sonnets, when neatly cut off, epics when laying some cables, blank verse when you strain but nothing happens, etc. Can't find it - I must have deleted it in a 'Delete all the WTF poems' frenzy.

I would love to read this poem, by the way what is laying some cables?

From Urban Dictionary - laying cable

Laying cable is when you release a long, unbroken piece of hot and steamy shit that is tender and feels good on the way out.