Blocked.
Stifled maybe? Stuck? I don't know. I think drowning is the word.
The word for today. For this Monday. That's not really bad.
It's how I feel - creatively stuck in a mess that's getting deeper by the moment.
There. is. not. enough. time.
That's the gist of it. There's just not enough time.
Or.
I'm not good enough to manage it. Not talented enough for the undertaking.
It's a toss up at this point. I'm not out here in blogland seeking pity - only a release from the confines of my Adobe files and the lack of my own ability to pro-gress.
Take a break says my creative mind. Keep working says the other.
Can't someone just get me a few more hours?
The word for today. For this Monday. That's not really bad.
It's how I feel - creatively stuck in a mess that's getting deeper by the moment.
There. is. not. enough. time.
That's the gist of it. There's just not enough time.
Or.
I'm not good enough to manage it. Not talented enough for the undertaking.
It's a toss up at this point. I'm not out here in blogland seeking pity - only a release from the confines of my Adobe files and the lack of my own ability to pro-gress.
Take a break says my creative mind. Keep working says the other.
Can't someone just get me a few more hours?
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