Every bad idea I've ever had always comes from me doubting myself or trying to please someone else. My good ideas, I have no fucking clue where those come from. Welcome to a sneak-peek into the #creative process.

Ideas just...appear. I don't really think about them. I hear about all this struggle and gnashing of teeth from other creative types during creation and I think: am I doing something wrong? But my stuff keeps selling, so...

And I always have ideas. I'm always ten #ideas deep and I never seem to get out of the "not enough time in the day" hole. I have a book filled with stuff I want to make.

But when I have bad ideas (and I know they're bad, even when I'm working on them, on some level) it's always because I'm worried about something or thinking about something other than creation.

More and more I've come to recognize this feeling and have learned to turn away from it. This artistic "spider-sense" develops over time, I think. In 1990, I was awful at it; I'd work on anything.

In any case, now, if I find myself making something for someone else that *I* have no interest in, or making something in reaction to some comment or complaint, I usually can put the brakes on before I act, which is nice.

In the end, I've learned that if it doesn't come easily at first, it's probably not there. And I don't have time to putz around on a single idea, there's too damn much to make, waiting in the wings.