Munching on penicillin and antibiotics: So here it is, Sunday and I'm half-drowsy and feeling a tad (mind you, a tad) better. I will definitely go into work tomorrow, having missed a whole week last week. My mind is still fishing through the remnants of the day to re-discover the cast of characters and have them fully realized to occupy the space in my work, "Cutting Board". I'm planning a Yard Sale next weekend, and I'm steeped into a few side-projects just to refresh myself and push my poetry ever closer to a complete work. You see, I like most of my ilk, can never complete anything because I'm so full of ideas. I keep writing about pinning those down, man, but it is beyond hard to do. I picture visuals as well as the written word. I respect them both equally, so sometimes I get full of one and then the other and override my inspiration at every turn. Like today, I went to the park for a walk with Carlos and the dogs and I stopped because of this perfectly picturesque scene of Canadian geese on the water with their two babies. I was so overwhelmed in my own visual, that it seemed as though I were suddenly brought back to reality thanks to the fruit flies and mosquitoes. So you can imagine how frustrating to an artist true life sometimes is. Gotta capture a moment in a pin-cushion and try to keep it steady and spread out for a lifetime. Therein lies the problem. Maybe my own pessimism also darkens the view and maybe my inability to fully enjoy the elusive moment sort of affects my overall mood. I dunno. I just know that if I get frustrated enough with the direction something's going in, I try to adjust the lens and review it from another angle. That, or I give up. But I'm sincerely trying to gather these lovely little stretches of time, molding them into prolonged pleasant, useful creative events without seeming static. Well, I'd better go...don't wanna miss The Sopranos...haha!