Avoidance. . . that is the word for it.
for days now I have tried not to write. tried not to feel, tried to keep myself so busy that there was no time to think, no time to ponder,no time to imagine.
It is amazing the muse that it creates for me. Like the heartache of the incredible poets, the frustration and longing of great singers, the issues that plauge the artist, I can accomplish so much during avoidance. My artistic side thrives. Perhaps that is why I have always thrived off of being so busy that I didn't have time to realize, I only had time to do, perhaps that was/is my motivation.
Thursday, July 25, 2002