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pacificpikachuI accomplished nothing today. I just sat around and...sat around...and pretty much sat around some more.
And now, at 12:33 AM, I suddenly am having these random flashes of inspiration to draw and write and do all these really awesome things. And see, I would, but I have to be up by 11 AM at the latest tomorrow so I can go to my songbird care meeting. And I need a lot of sleep...
I'm now under the impression that my muse is nocturnal. At least Dad got the computer in my room here working again (that's what I'm writing on right now), so I'll now have a much easier time retreating into quiet so I can write, but it still seems my muse intentionally picks bad times to rouse itself.
Went through a few hours of desperation today, though I was mostly distracted enough not to think about things. I really...gah, it's like the more I think about things the more I realize how much I just...don't want to give up, and how far from reality I am at this point. Well, I'm going to go get in bed at least, though who knows how long it'll be before my muse concludes that no amount of its pestering me can rouse me to write or draw tonight. At that point it'll hopefully curl up and go to sleep--allowing me to do the same.
And now, at 12:33 AM, I suddenly am having these random flashes of inspiration to draw and write and do all these really awesome things. And see, I would, but I have to be up by 11 AM at the latest tomorrow so I can go to my songbird care meeting. And I need a lot of sleep...
I'm now under the impression that my muse is nocturnal. At least Dad got the computer in my room here working again (that's what I'm writing on right now), so I'll now have a much easier time retreating into quiet so I can write, but it still seems my muse intentionally picks bad times to rouse itself.
Went through a few hours of desperation today, though I was mostly distracted enough not to think about things. I really...gah, it's like the more I think about things the more I realize how much I just...don't want to give up, and how far from reality I am at this point. Well, I'm going to go get in bed at least, though who knows how long it'll be before my muse concludes that no amount of its pestering me can rouse me to write or draw tonight. At that point it'll hopefully curl up and go to sleep--allowing me to do the same.
