The last couple of weeks have been an absolute nightmare.
I had a cold that started up on Sunday the 16th, and now, nearly two weeks later, I'm still dealing with the nasty thing. I think I can reasonably say that it is the worst cold I have ever had.
But it's not the actual act of being sick that bothers me, as that is temporary and soon forgotten. It is the loss of a whole lot of work time that is irksome to me. Especially when I'm feeling particularly inspired/discontented/charlatanistic about my work. The fact that I want to do big things with my art in 2014 means that a loss of nearly two weeks through illness and low energy hurts. A lot.
What I really need is some mechanism, something that will change my biological makeup so that the act of creating artwork becomes second nature, rather than something that needs self-imposed self-discipline and deadlines to get the work done. It is something I have always struggled with. I guess I'm just a procrastinator and a bit lazy.
Something has to change. I have plans and dreams. But my lack of output seriously inhibits and delays their fulfilment. It sounds corny and fluffy, but I can almost hear the Realms of Faerie calling to me, wanting me to immerse myself in them and BE the creative person I want and need to be. So why do those calls fall on deaf ears? Why do I ignore the call?
Darned if I know.
No more, I say. No More!
It's time to dive right in, head first. It's time to be the Faerie artist I know I can be. It's time to be the Faerie writer I feel I have the potential to become. It's time to make my plans a reality, and to live my dreams.
The Realms of Faerie are coming.