This has been happening almost EVERY SINGLE NIGHT lately:
I get bombarded with ideas and creative energy right when I start getting sleepy and ready for bed. So, ussually, I will sit at my desk for a while with my notepad, waiting for a short story to come to me. Pace around a little. Maybe punch my pillow. You know.
If that doesn't work, I will then go into the living room and doodle on my art paper, watching some obscure late-night T.V. show, waiting for the previous burst of energy. By that time though, it's looooooooooooooong gone...
And yet, I STILL feel jumpy.
Just like tonight. I'm going through the ussual yet again. I ate some left-over tempura yams and ton katsu, but I'm not ready to crash yet. (And when I crash, I shall do so hard.) It's burning inside of me, like a flame that's not going out without a (big) fight. I want to draw, yet...I can't. It's hard to explain. Maybe if you glared at a pile of paper and a pencil for a couple of hours, you'd understand...
*Sigh*
Thus is the curse of an artist, I guess... stare
Oh great. Now the neighbor's dog is barking. Just what I needed to lull me into a dreamless state...
Wish me a good night's sleep, please.
Lord knows I need it...
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