Every now and then a document will get the better of me. Instead of my usual ability to grab small wafty ideas and random detailoids and convince them to sit quietyly in smart patterns, I find myself staring blankly into the distance as they cavort around my head in mad bliss.
So it is today. For some reason the work I am currently doing has no tempo, no plan, (to its credit) a few loose standards, only an occasional linking concept, and a gobsmaking lack of pointyness.
It is like beating my head against sago pudding. I keep hoping to find a brick, because that would at least have some substance. Instead all I am finding is tepid carbohydrates.
gah.
Posted by carla at November 21, 2003 08:58 AM