as i sit in front the computer, back after only a mere 10 hours away, i wonder if it’s really worth it. can my add/scattered personality really focus on any one given task at hand?
at times like this, i’ll think of the possibilities that exist in a life/year or two years dedicated to the art of storytelling through ink&images. everything really does take practice, and there are days when i sit down in front of my screen, knowing that 1,000 words need to magically transpire by the end of it, and nothing hits. as if someone had come and taken out any ounce of creativity or non-pre-formulated structural thought out of my mind and bottled it up. i wouldn’t even call it the lack of the “genius” strike as elizabeth gilbert described it — just a sense of pure void in simple motor skills.
so the heading really had nothing to do with where the post actually went …
