The creative juices are flowing, but they seem to be caught in one of those backwaters, circling, circling, circling. Tweak my Karma audio? Draw a picture, play with my colored markers? Write a 10-sentence story for a new group I signed up with? Oh, maybe I better make pesto — the basil leaves are all cleaned and spread out over my counter. Or go for a walk? I started a script for a new radio piece last week — what happened to that? A nap sounds good. Or should I discipline myself to go downstairs and meditate?
Had 3 gin & tonics last night during a prolonged Happy Hour (the second this week), then was up at 5:15 to go to the public market. Maybe my brain is just fried.