..is what I have been saying to myself these past few nights. I have a lot to do, which enables the cogs to turn more than the 9 to 5 will ever allow. I relish and cherish any opportunity to 'DO SOMETHING' when friends/well wishers and creatives request my help/input.
However, I'm having trouble focusing now that things are in motion. Unlike usual, I am determined to make the blank pages have something, ANYTHING, on them. Lots of ANYTHING. I can whittle down the good stuff. The worst part of being an adult is that your creativity and imagination can sometimes be stifiled by realism.
"That doesn't work. That wouldn't happen" wasn't a voice you heard as a kid. You could make anything into anything. As an adult, you often have to explain an idea to yourself, diluting and ruining the idea before it gets written down or expressed to anyone else. Realism is the killer of ideas. I would rather be childish.
Focus, poo face.
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