28 April 2005

God I hate it when I'm like this

Right now I'm oacing through my apartment and I'm full of this tense energy that I can't put down in words. This is why I'm afraid of the creative process. I need someone to bounce these ideas off of and I have no outlet for that. Writing them down helps, but I feel like I'm jumping two steps ahead when I do that. Like I should talk them out first or something.

Annika's recovering from a bad headache and Lori and Mom aren't available. I just tried calling them.

I can see the idea in my head but don't know where to start.

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