I find myself unable to create. The ideas spin around my head; small at first, then they grow, and spin spin spin. Thoughts like fiber. It's exciting. But somewhere between my enthusiasm and my to-do list, things begin to thin.
I can't put my finger on it. I'm tryingtryingtrying. Looking for inspiration, giving new techniques a shot, flipping sleep the bird. I'm optimistic. Optimistic, but tired.
Ca. va. aller. Enfin. Bientot.
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