No more vidding for a while. Maybe a long while.
...
Each is so damn much more complex than the last, so much harder, and people seem to like them less and less and less
Ideas are there, screaming and aching to be created, withering and dying behind requests and software problems and no time to vid
Burning with inspiration that dwindles as I work all day, then try to be a good dad and hubby, then give up sleep for a few precious moments of bleary-eyed vidding in the predawn when I grasp for the distant embers through a fog of weariness
Trying to plow ahead despite it all and full of how I'm going to disappoint everyone somehow
There are so many so much better that it all feels so pointless ... can't even see the top of the mountain from here
Can I stop? Please? Would anyone even care? Would even I be able to stop? I don't know if I could. Would all the things in my head that are screaming to be created eventually go silent and leave me alone? Can it all just die?
Head hurts
Each is so damn much more complex than the last, so much harder, and people seem to like them less and less and less
Ideas are there, screaming and aching to be created, withering and dying behind requests and software problems and no time to vid
Burning with inspiration that dwindles as I work all day, then try to be a good dad and hubby, then give up sleep for a few precious moments of bleary-eyed vidding in the predawn when I grasp for the distant embers through a fog of weariness
Trying to plow ahead despite it all and full of how I'm going to disappoint everyone somehow
There are so many so much better that it all feels so pointless ... can't even see the top of the mountain from here
Can I stop? Please? Would anyone even care? Would even I be able to stop? I don't know if I could. Would all the things in my head that are screaming to be created eventually go silent and leave me alone? Can it all just die?
Head hurts