its 3am..
i am up cant sleep as my muse decided the time is NOW!
Resistance IS futile...
nothing to do but surrender, otherwise the night is shot no matter what and sketching in my book is a more viable solution after all.. fuck good night sleep!
Lets sketch the night away.. in darkness, to the light of the screen...
ha!
damn... this can go on all night.. after all the times i have been distracted and didn't sketch down the flow of ideas.. i have earned this white night...
and they flow...
The same way my writing flows, its even more distracting now as part of me finds solace in the written/typed words and the other screams: release your working hands! go buy a whole load of findings at work and go sit at your non existent bench..
still in the dark as to not wake the rest of the house who sleeps soundly in the bed all warm and inviting but sleep wont come, even when the body is tired and longs for a restful sleep before a new week begins with its fires to tend to and new distractions of routine life and routine life issues of money and where to bring it from and things to cancel and re arrange and problems to solve...
new house to hunt for and then packing again..
too much to do too Little time for it all..
so another cigarette before a new attempt at sleep and hopefully this time sleep will over take me and my muse will be satisfied some to allow for sleep to finally take over..
Dear Iron Man i think of you now at the wee hours of the night you of all people know what its like, the love-hate relationship with muses..
Me frustrated with a sketch book in the Cave..
the continuous struggle with creativity when it comes and goes and fighting to allow it an open window and time to simply lavish in it...
48 minutes later a few pages scribbled with incoherent foot notes written in poor light may i only be able to decipher them in the light of day...
fare well and goodnight (a few minutes before 4 am)
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