I still fall into that funk occasionally, when my mind turns a blank and ghosts come to invade the hollow. I can’t even put together a proper story anymore, or even write a song. Normally, when I’m depressed, creativity breaks through the dam. Now, even that has been affected. It frustrates me that it’s been too long since.
But thankfully, I have a good job, some cash in my pocket and friends who call me up to chat and laugh heartily about anything. I’ve been going about my usual solitary movie-watching, and working out regularly again. No worries, no pressure. The simplicity is therapeutic.
So I’ve seen Unleashed, Madagascar and Mr. And Mrs. Smith, all featuring different kinds of animals. I’ll be seeing Batman, too, completing the zoo. I want to make another graphic novel soon, about another kind of animal. But for now that animal sleeps. Which reminds me... I gotta head home now.