Monday, September 11, 2006
...gets the better of me sometimes. It's at its worst just before I enter into a long spell of writing or painting. I suppose it's just part of the process, something I should be used to after all these years. During this phase, part of me struggles to harness the restlessness and put it to good use while the more reasonable part of me sits back as if on a hammock on a windy day. Several years back I was given a cartoon from the paper by someone who knows my process all too well. I have it posted in front of me, the newsprint yellowed. The cartoon reminds me that I'm not alone in this, but it does nothing to ease the relentless on-tiptoes-just-about-to-dive-in excitement.