Heads up. . . I'm feeling a bit self-indulgent and mopey. . . you've been warned.
So, really can't talk for long. I'm so royally behind in all I need to get done that it's scary. All my friends are saying, "sure, we've heard that before" but I swear, this is sooooo much worse. I have a show in less than 3 weeks and I'm not even close to ready and what's worse is that, other than to worry, I can't even seem to motivate myself to care. I have no new ideas. No worthwhile creative thoughts. I'm at a complete loss. And now I'm stuck, deer in the headlights style, with a deadline and little product. I'll admit it. . . I'm scared. Scared of the more and more likely failure that will be my show season and scared of what's to come. I have no marketable skills. . . this crafting thing really is it (apart from the even less lucrative music and acting) and I'm just feeling spent. Maybe it will pass. . . I hope it will pass. . . it has to, at least until the end of the year. After that, who knows?
I'm all at sea. . .
Well, I'd better back to work. Wish me luck at actually accomplishing anything.
Hearts and puppies,