I've been neglecting my friends lately, being very non-committal or even breaking plans altogether.

The reason for my decrapitude is that I have been rather restless. No waking moment brings me peace. I know the reason, but I do not always know the solution. I neglect my art to the point where it becomes painful, unbearable. By this I do not mean a physical pain, but some sort of spiritual anguish akin to the furies raking my temples with their claws of brass, a kind of frothing at the mouth and spewing obscenities type of sensation.

It is the not the first time this has happened and I am sure that it will not be the last. Often, such moments precede a new awareness or new creative outburst. The creative process is never linear, at least it isn't for me. Anyway, I have spent the past few evenings drawing, drawing with watercolors and sometimes adding marker before or after. I am working on getting a momentum going. I need to bust out the drawings. Then I will feel like I have accomplished something.

Then I will be able to relax and enjoy myself.