Jelly Roll means "the correct motion."
Well, my hair is getting longer, still spikes in the back, and my beard is getting... beardier. I still enjoy Scruffy McRegal as a name for it (thanks Katie), but I've worried that he's reached his limit on furrability. Let's see...
Meanwhiles, a relaxing Saturday to begin this four-day weekend. The calm before the upcoming storm: Rehearsals begin anew (for which I have to be off-book by Monday/Tuesday), Charly hits tech, my various CS homeworks need finishing, I have to start coding, and
(stupidly, after the hours spent working on it today) maybe, just maybe, I will try to finish my play in time for 3rd slot.
I dunno, I was so sure that it would be too difficult to write. Ever, but especially in the time-frame I'm currently aiming for. But today, I started anew and couldn't let it go. There's still plenty more story to tell, finishing for 3rd slot may be too quixotic, but I just may be stupid enough to try it. The rewards would be unbelievable, and above all,
it would be fun. It felt so good to be creative again. I rarely can remember having such a good time making art. And every day I'm in the downspace, itching to make something dynamic, and feeling underwhelmed by what we're coming up with. It's very likely my standards are too high, but I want a shot at it myself, dammit!
I was just listening to some electronic music and now I want to start a new piece. I want to turn the hourglass on its side, just while I build these five things I'm dreaming up...
Oh, idealism. It feels good until it almost always hurts. But when it doesn't, when one's hopes come to fruition... oh sweet, sweet nectar.
Meanwhiles, a relaxing Saturday to begin this four-day weekend. The calm before the upcoming storm: Rehearsals begin anew (for which I have to be off-book by Monday/Tuesday), Charly hits tech, my various CS homeworks need finishing, I have to start coding, and
(stupidly, after the hours spent working on it today) maybe, just maybe, I will try to finish my play in time for 3rd slot.
I dunno, I was so sure that it would be too difficult to write. Ever, but especially in the time-frame I'm currently aiming for. But today, I started anew and couldn't let it go. There's still plenty more story to tell, finishing for 3rd slot may be too quixotic, but I just may be stupid enough to try it. The rewards would be unbelievable, and above all,
it would be fun. It felt so good to be creative again. I rarely can remember having such a good time making art. And every day I'm in the downspace, itching to make something dynamic, and feeling underwhelmed by what we're coming up with. It's very likely my standards are too high, but I want a shot at it myself, dammit!
I was just listening to some electronic music and now I want to start a new piece. I want to turn the hourglass on its side, just while I build these five things I'm dreaming up...
Oh, idealism. It feels good until it almost always hurts. But when it doesn't, when one's hopes come to fruition... oh sweet, sweet nectar.