The problem with art is that it is a tentacly thing with so many arms. You think you grab one, and you may very well do that while you are creating. Somewhere, though, in the midst of your creating, 6 more tentacled arms have attached themselves to you each with a string of inspiration and direction, demanding you. Not your minutes or your hours, but you. All of you. Perhaps you will be allowed to eat. And they are not terribly polite and will not let you go on quietly with your life with a simple "Goodbye I hope we meet again, but I am quite busy today." Nope. A muse petitioned and provoked is rarely content to just go back to bed.

I should be ecstatic. But the fact is, I have 2 days, then the grind for 4 months and so many tentacles wrapped around me.

Word for today, tenebrous. I like that my browser thinks its not a word. I like having a larger vocabulary than my browser.