This is what we call End-All Armageddon Uber Epic All Superlatives You Can Think Of Slump.
I have not finished an artwork in about five months. This means anything of real value that wasn't whipped up in literally an hour in open canvas and is more than a sketch.
I am trying. Trust me. But nothing is working.
The problem is I'm distracted. I don't know how to break it. Concentrating is so difficult these days. There's just so much in my head that wants out...
I'm going to do one of my three-arts-at-once free-for-all marathons that I used to do back in the day when I had no phone, friends, internet, or job. Maybe just... just maybe... it'll work.
Which means.
I need music.
I have the entire Yuki Kajiura Everyfuckingthingever that I have yet to go through, so I'll start with that, I guess, but I still need to get back Year Zero by Nine Inch Nails, and I need some more dark or folk metal, or something along the Coaltar lines, with lots of synth and industrial and dark and birthday massacre, I need that band back too.
Any suggestions would be worshipped daily at 5:30 and 7:30... oh man, do I go off on tangents.
Also, writing the grimoire that Nic carries around. Complicated crap. Yay magic circles. Not up for criticism so shhh.
I had a random odd funny thought... that this magic style, which is meant for non-magic types of people, people that have no NATURAL aptitude for magic, would be a great thing to teach Neville Longbottom just to get his mojo going. This is why I'm not allowed to have anything to do with Harry Potter. Oh god, the Gary Stu fics.
Saw Order of the Phoenix finally. AND I STILL DON'T READ x.x
ANNNNNNNNNNYwoop..... I thought briefly about putting an art book together. Then I realized I don't have enough "good" art for it.
Eff em el.
So it's back to enjoying this Indian summer thing we have going on over here, and trying not to burst my cranium and sobbing and wondering why my MP3 player won't let me add things to it from this computer anymore.
I am trying. Trust me. But nothing is working.
The problem is I'm distracted. I don't know how to break it. Concentrating is so difficult these days. There's just so much in my head that wants out...
I'm going to do one of my three-arts-at-once free-for-all marathons that I used to do back in the day when I had no phone, friends, internet, or job. Maybe just... just maybe... it'll work.
Which means.
I need music.
I have the entire Yuki Kajiura Everyfuckingthingever that I have yet to go through, so I'll start with that, I guess, but I still need to get back Year Zero by Nine Inch Nails, and I need some more dark or folk metal, or something along the Coaltar lines, with lots of synth and industrial and dark and birthday massacre, I need that band back too.
Any suggestions would be worshipped daily at 5:30 and 7:30... oh man, do I go off on tangents.
Also, writing the grimoire that Nic carries around. Complicated crap. Yay magic circles. Not up for criticism so shhh.
I had a random odd funny thought... that this magic style, which is meant for non-magic types of people, people that have no NATURAL aptitude for magic, would be a great thing to teach Neville Longbottom just to get his mojo going. This is why I'm not allowed to have anything to do with Harry Potter. Oh god, the Gary Stu fics.
Saw Order of the Phoenix finally. AND I STILL DON'T READ x.x
ANNNNNNNNNNYwoop..... I thought briefly about putting an art book together. Then I realized I don't have enough "good" art for it.
Eff em el.
So it's back to enjoying this Indian summer thing we have going on over here, and trying not to burst my cranium and sobbing and wondering why my MP3 player won't let me add things to it from this computer anymore.