wind and rain and weather, hell bent for leather
You cannot make soup with an empty larder, and you cannot create on an empty brain. This is a truth of the world, and yet it's always hard for me to accept. And yet here I am, some chicken pot pie inside me (I never use enough salt: I always forget how sweet the vegetables make it) and a pot of tea on the table, trying to figure out what to do with myself when I don't have the werewithal to work. I get so at loose ends when this is going on, and yet--
--and yet it's necessary. Fallow time is as important to the creative process as anything.
I could read a book, but I don't really feel like doing anything that requires that much concentration Which means it's time to start working through that old Netflix queueueueueue, I guess. Stream Instantly: so that now you don't have to wait until 3 am to watch Burt Reynolds movies.