I can feel something brewing in me. A nugget of an idea. Nesting somewhere in my depths. Last time this happened I churned out The Thingy and stood back astonished at the reception.
This feeling is making me antsy (great word, don't you think?). Restless. Incomplete. I need to churn this into something. My muse just hasn't pointed me in the right direction yet.
*end transmission*
4 days ago
