I don’t know, maybe not.
There is always this struggle; I feel little vibrations in me that feel like they are gathering resources and heading for my hands, wanting to come out somehow, yet my mind always kicks into overdrive with this “what medium? themes? so-and-so is already doing that right now. you don’t have any space here, or resources” rubbish. Then I feel guilty for wanting to create something that isn’t on my to-do list.
I found out last night that despite any idea I had about being unique or whatever, I can be summed up by a well-established cinematic trope – the Manic Pixie Dream Girl. It explains a lot, and honestly, I am a little annoyed that I am that predictable that there is an entire host of stock characters just like me.
So anyway -trying, without success, to formulate a plan of action for today. Audrey turned me on to the dangeresque combination of crepes, nutella and frozen berries – now I really, really, really want some. But it involves going to the store… and it is raining… hmmm. Or I could just lay in bed listening to Suzanne’s 8tracks and reading Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead…
Bah. Grey day. Ignore me.. and watch this instead.