Beginning of obscurity.
Normally, I can feel when something's about to surface.
I can feel it brewing.
I know it's going to come out in some long, drawn out, stream of conscious type of verbiage (or verbage, even)
This time I didn't ... though I should have, what with all my thoughts revolving around one thing really. I was reading a couple of things related to the one thing keeping my interest for the past two weeks, atleast, and when I stopped reading everything, and my brain sort of emptied of what I had read, the lurking idea came out of hiding.
Actually, now that I think about it, there have been two things on the mind, not totally related to each other (yet) but they've somehow finally come together, meshed, and formed this idea for my creative sanity, which has been on the verge of coming unglued, due to work recently.
I can't write it all down fast enough, though I never could, which has usually ended up discouraging me and stopping short what could've been some interesting pieces. And I'm not about to ramble into a voice recorder, because it'll end up in bits and pieces and I'll have no clue what I'm going on about later on in the tape.
My mind goes faster than the rest of my body can keep up with and I'm just going to have to deal, and be patient so I can form this ... vision into justice.
I'm too tired to backtrack into nostalgia now, though, and I need to pop some Allegra since Barnes and Noble falsely named a coffee drink. (My Java chip Frapp SHOULD have been called Mocha chip, to which then I wouldn't have ordered it since it contained way too much chocolate. Eh, 3.50 down the drain since I only drank about half before I chucked it out. Phooey.)
Lesson learned from all of this:
Keep observations, and notes, and journals, and whatever you may have written in the past, because later on in life, they may serve as something of real use.
Boy do I have a lot of people-watching observational journals.
Shit...
I can feel it brewing.
I know it's going to come out in some long, drawn out, stream of conscious type of verbiage (or verbage, even)
This time I didn't ... though I should have, what with all my thoughts revolving around one thing really. I was reading a couple of things related to the one thing keeping my interest for the past two weeks, atleast, and when I stopped reading everything, and my brain sort of emptied of what I had read, the lurking idea came out of hiding.
Actually, now that I think about it, there have been two things on the mind, not totally related to each other (yet) but they've somehow finally come together, meshed, and formed this idea for my creative sanity, which has been on the verge of coming unglued, due to work recently.
I can't write it all down fast enough, though I never could, which has usually ended up discouraging me and stopping short what could've been some interesting pieces. And I'm not about to ramble into a voice recorder, because it'll end up in bits and pieces and I'll have no clue what I'm going on about later on in the tape.
My mind goes faster than the rest of my body can keep up with and I'm just going to have to deal, and be patient so I can form this ... vision into justice.
I'm too tired to backtrack into nostalgia now, though, and I need to pop some Allegra since Barnes and Noble falsely named a coffee drink. (My Java chip Frapp SHOULD have been called Mocha chip, to which then I wouldn't have ordered it since it contained way too much chocolate. Eh, 3.50 down the drain since I only drank about half before I chucked it out. Phooey.)
Lesson learned from all of this:
Keep observations, and notes, and journals, and whatever you may have written in the past, because later on in life, they may serve as something of real use.
Boy do I have a lot of people-watching observational journals.
Shit...