alas, alack
ive been in a real rut lately. i keep sitting down at the keyboard (the musical kind) and nothing comes out. try to draw and the pencil just taps the paper. im feeding my brain with inspirational materials all the time but for some reason i seem to have lost all inspiration for anything. im back to square one where im sitting in my hot house all day with the windows closed just incubating. if only something would hatch! when i was working i thought about how nice it would be to have all the time to work on my projects and now that i have that time im counting the woodgrains on my faux wood desk. i think i use the word faux most consistently of almost any adjective in my entries. because to me it seems everything is faux (an approximation attempt). my life is faux!
i cant think of a time more rife with self doubt than this summer. maybe fall will be different. but probably not.
i cant think of a time more rife with self doubt than this summer. maybe fall will be different. but probably not.