repetition killed creative innovation

While I am not 100% sure I know what was meant by these four words, I don't imagine it will stand in the way of my going in a completely unrelated tangent and writing about whatever strikes me at the moment.

Like, for example, I am stunned to realize this is the 74th entry on this site. Wow!

When I started Viewer's Choice, I was a bit depressed, and didn't think ANYONE would submit anything for this site, let alone read it. And well, I shouldn't assume anyone IS reading it, but I am giving you the benefit of the doubt. Yes, you, the one with your eyes glazing over, repeatedly hitting the submit button.

Now, I wouldn't feel too angry if you simply submitted your 4 words and left. I mean, that's perfectly within the confines of this project. Does it benefit me to write these things and not have an audience? Who knows. Maybe I am just creating a body of work which will be spotted by some literary professional (one who doesn't know they aren't supposed to actually read these) who will offer me a book deal to create a series of odd short pieces like these.

I can just see the book tour now. They will have me do a reading at Madison Square Gardens. 10,000 screaming groupies will drown out my gravely computer voice, and I would be forced to use a megaphone and try to drown out their chants for more sex and violence.

Then there would be the raging parties back at the hotel, with those crazy literary agents ripping up any book they can get their hands on. Young junior editors of both genders will be getting it on in the closet and out of it. The bellboys & bellgirls will be flirting with the Laker girls (they would have been the away team at the Garden that night) and I would be sleeping in the bed by myself as I would have been so tired from running up and down the basketball court all night.

All this from "repetition killed creative innovation."

Did I kill anything creative today?