abstractfuries

Socializing. Partying. You would think I was popular. But

then I collapse, cancel plans. Because two days is almost

too much as it is, and my schedule is booked through October.

I was once reading something about writers having love, friends,

and a creative life, but only ever two out of the three at a time.

I guess it's good the boy went back to Texas. Friends,

I had been missing those for sure. Writing-- where did you go?

Today's goal was to work for ten minutes (and not a second longer)

on the boat book. But at 1:10am (prepare your wish now) even

ten minutes seems like more time than sleep would allow.

Still. Being busy is a sham, to believe ourselves in that state

and act of self-disempowerment. I am surrounded

by new picture books, illustrations to inspire-- and a deadline

that quickly creeps closer by the day. How do you show visually

the concept of memory? of dream? of imagination? of vision?

Whatever the answer is, I doubt I will learn it from

yet another night out at the bar with new friends.