Inspiration hit me the other day. And it made me act. And it made my life better. And I have to say, I needed it.

It doesn’t have to be life-changing. It can just be…”Ahhh.” And then whatever swamp you might be stuck in that day, gets a little more shallow.

Some people say: it comes from pain and adversity and you work through it to create art.

Ok. That’s bullshit but whatever. It works also. But it doesn’t have to always be the case.

Sometimes inspiration comes from something deep inside, something you don’t understand – maybe an event from the past, or an observation you forgot about but grows and grows every day until it becomes so big it obscures everything you see.

I look at people’s art and when it’s good I see their intensity. I see their love for it. I see the slit wrist and the blood that brought their new creation into the world.

I say “blood” not in a bad way but simply: living creatures (and art and innovation and the future) need blood to live.

This is a long way of saying: my inspiration today is total BS. But I still love it.

I was listening to the comedian Anthony Jeselnik on Marc Maron’s podcast.

Some people like Jeselnik, some people don’t. Some people have no idea who he is.

Fine.

What inspired me was this one statement. First the background: Jeselnik was a writer for Jimmy Fallon’s late late show.

Maron asked him what did you do for the show?

Jeselnik, it should be mentioned, is one of the best classic one-line comedians out there.

If you know comedy you will recognize who he said were his main influences (Steven Wright – who helps write Louis CK’s show, and Mitch Hedberg).

If you don’t follow comedy, ignore the above, so I can keep stealing from the above two guys.

Jeselnik said he wanted to be a novelist at first. He loved writing. Loved the written language. And so on. But didn’t have the patience.