dear dave

hit the skids last night just before I left the studio. So down on the things I was doing, unsure where to go. Very typical Friday night crisis, but still really frustrating.

I was on my way to the corcoran yesterday, then realized my time was much better spent at the studio, planning for the next few days.

Fine - until my creative brain stopped, so time went by, and I had very little to show for ALL the time I was using.

I feel like time is such my enemy lately. I can't make peace with it. So many times I'm just paralyzed becasue I cna't decide what the best use of my time is. But of course it just passes by. Friday becomes Saturday, and here I am, back at the studio, frustrated still.