a work in process,
often things set and wait as my desire/drive ferments
sometimes the muse will come forward and smack me in the head,..
but often i'm left to wrestle it out by myself,..
it's like a lover, at least for me,..they come and go but the fires they light burn for a long time,..some never go out,..
i'm looking at this, a spark has been struck,, maybe some progress will come from it