sleepyI must remember though to look on the bright side: I do get that first cup of coffee much more often than I used to.
once upon a time a day was an entire novel to be written, a painting to paint, a castle to build.
now it is time enough to press the clay together for one brick and maybe fire it. three sentences on the novel and one coat of background wash. check your email and go to bed.
I want to know why this happens.
