May 06 2008
where are my words?
have not-written for hmmm…many days now.
still need to cry, too.
I’ve figured out more of the problem. It’s not a words thing, it’s an energy thing. When I sit down to brainstorm, ideas come. When I sit down and actually outline or write, words come. I can feel the characters alive in my head when I go looking for them. But everything is beyond the gray wall, across the crevasse, and my flyer’s out of fuel. The energy that creativity takes, the physical toll on the body, is daunting right now. I can’t be sick any more, please gods and perverse imps.
The will is here. The muse is ever-near. The energy is fucking drained.
the household is running more smoothly, but I don’t feel any better. Everything is stressful and tiring, and the good things I miss taking the time to appreciate.
I suspect a dog’s evil work, here.
Ah ha! Tirma’s evil twin, the Half-a-Poodle!
Credit for the picture goes to: Kit, for the taking; Jennifer for the poodle sculpting; and Tirma for providing the raw art materials