The Creative Process With Cannabis: How I Write This Column

typewriter on desk with lamp and sunflower in a vase and a file of papers

IT MUST BE GREAT to be a cannabis columnist!” people often say to me. Yes, it is great. Seventeen-year-old me is tremendously proud. He’s also a little disappointed that I never actually became a world-class martial artist who jams with Keith Richards in my off hours, but one step at a time.

There can be a certain degree of anxiety in writing a weekly column—good ideas don’t always present themselves. Here’s a look behind the curtain at how your Cannabuzz sausage actually gets made.

8:25 am—To get in the right headspace, I smoke some Puna Budder sativa flower from a bong filled with ice water. One of my cats knocks the bong into my lap. This is a rare instance where using cannabis results in a screaming, swearing fit. And now I have a cat who smells like bong water.

8:40 am—I try 9 Pound Hammer, a strong indica, with water-extracted full-melt bubble hash from Lucid Farms. My stress is gone, as is my memory of what I was doing. Oh right—column.

8:45 am—I ask my long-suffering girlfriend if she would read a column about a game I just made up where a group of people who are stoned must shout “Hi!” and wave in unison every time one of them uses the word “high” in a sentence. “Hi!” She stares at me for a long time.

8:46 am—I drop the game idea. Obviously, the problem is that I’m not “in the zone.” Nothing some edibles can’t fix! I find an unopened Fine and Dandies chocolate bar in my desk, and decide I’ll eat a quarter, which is 25 milligrams of THC, a perfect amount to foster creativity.

8:50 am—Or, while reading The Onion, absently eat the entire bar.

10:12 am—Maybe the chocolate bar is faulty. I’m not feeling anything. I do have munchies, which can be treated with these dusty caramels found in the bottom of my briefcase. I’ll just have one.

10:15 am—I have just realized several things: (1) The bar wasn’t faulty. (2) One caramel turned into three. (3) Those were Genesis Pharms 100-milligram caramels. I’ve now eaten 400 milligrams of THC. (4) I’m fucked.

10:20 am—I can rescue this endeavor. I just need a big dose of a concentrate! I pull out an e­nail and proceed to stare at it. Why is this in my hand again?

2:45 pm—It’s still in my hand when my girl finds me asleep on the couch. “I’m pretty sure this isn’t how James Joyce worked,” she says.

3:00 pm—I have eaten every chip, cracker, yogurt, and piece of fruit in the house, along with the better part (fine, the entire part) of a block of cheddar, a one-pound container of olives, and two packages of pita bread. “Maybe you should do a column about how the biggest side effect of cannabis use is gout,” my girlfriend says. “You aren’t my gout supervisor!” I bleat through a mouthful of marshmallow cream.

4:45 pm—Hit “send.” Pure gold.

Josh Taylor is a well-known and successful entrepreneur in the legal cannabis space, producing B2B and B2C cannabis events, "Backstage Budtending" and upscale concierge services through his companies and His weekly syndicated newspaper column and features about cannabis ran for five years until March 2020.

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