For the past few months, I feel like I'm flitting to and fro in a mysterious landscape full of inspiration. Wild, fervent inspiration that only lasts a few minutes and then burns out in a spectacular flame.
I can't even finish the sketch before the vision is gone. A few hours later, I come upon another mind-numbing inspiring thought... try to capture her, but then she disappears before I can even find a pencil.
Why can I not find a bleeding pencil!? I need to buy a bucketload and have them available absolutely everywhere.
So, I haven't finished anything worthwhile in months.
Most of the time these days I can't even draw. My skill eludes me. I don't know what's going on.
How long do I have to say in this strange place, I wonder? Why am I full of thoughts I can't express?
It's terribly, horribly frustrating. I'm not sure when I'll find a cure.
I can't even finish the sketch before the vision is gone. A few hours later, I come upon another mind-numbing inspiring thought... try to capture her, but then she disappears before I can even find a pencil.
Why can I not find a bleeding pencil!? I need to buy a bucketload and have them available absolutely everywhere.
So, I haven't finished anything worthwhile in months.
Most of the time these days I can't even draw. My skill eludes me. I don't know what's going on.
How long do I have to say in this strange place, I wonder? Why am I full of thoughts I can't express?
It's terribly, horribly frustrating. I'm not sure when I'll find a cure.
Wandering...
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Reviewed by Julie R
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