That Space, Between Spaces.

8929399302_5b10da7eb2_qThat space between books.

You’ve just finished one and you’re about to start another.

You can’t quite bring yourself to sit and do the work, not yet, we could start them together. Right now you want to be free of it. Free of the schedule, the routine, the sitting at your desk typing, thinking, worrying, whether what you are doing is, right.

I’m in that space, that space between.

Sundays. I don’t work on Sundays. Yet here i be, typing out a blog for you all to see. To read and regret. To ignore and forget. For i am but a grain of salt on a beach of sand. Melting my indifference into the space between.

Here i be indeed, playing with website banners all day, here at Head Trip, Google+ and Youtube. Trying to make myself look more, professional. Photoshop eats time i’m telling you. Start fucking with photoshop and watch as time disappears. Like a fart in a hurricane.

Just put on, Stone Sour – ‘Through the Glass’, my metal playlist.

I’ve also tried to print off the ‘Crow’ concept cover i designed, my colour ink jet printer hasn’t been used for awhile, clean the nozzle, print test, nozzle, print test, nozzle, print test, nozzle, print test, nozzle, print test, nozzle, print test, nozzle, print test, nozzle, print test, nozzle, print test, nozzle, print test, nozzle, print test, nozzle, print test, nozzle, print test, nozzle, print test, nozzle, print test, nozzle, print test, it can get to you after awhile, make you also become someone else, “All work and no play, make Jack a dull boy“, as it were. I eventually got one done that didn’t look fucking terrible. It’s still bad. Just not completely terrible.

Okay it’s terrible, i just couldn’t be bothered to go on fighting a battle i wasn’t going to win. Instead i might have thrown that fucking Epson printer out the bloody window.

Tomorrow i’ll start with my next project, Raven Blackwater, outlining, trying to figure out what to do with it, where to take it, and what to say with it. Just because people are different doesn’t mean………… what?

That is my tomorrow, planned and payments paid.

I also have to get a hair cut, have a shave, top up my Oyster card (London transport), but other then that tomorrow i spend my time thinking about an Urban Fantasy and a girl with tele-kinetic powers.

Tuesday, back to work…

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