It has been a looooong time since I've posted, peeps. I'm sorry. I promise it's not for lack of ideas. I have oodles of ideas. The problem is I can't get them out with any sort of eloquence.
Which is why I've resorted to drawing ... sort of.
Here are some crappily illustrated analogies of the way my brain is working (or not working):
1. Trying to pin down ideas is like trying to catch water skippers.
|It's also how I spent a good chunk of my childhood.|
We got kicked out.
|And they wonder why we don't take them anywhere.|
3. A specific thought is like the pinball in a super-old pinball machine - the kind with random whooshes, tings, clangs and ring-a-ding-dinging bells (and of course some smoke because the electrical connection is raring to kill somebody).
I suck at pinball.
|I'M SORRY. I CAN'T HEAR YOU. SOME MOCHAS COMING OUT MY HEARS?|
It's a disaster, you guys. A water skipping, super ball bouncing, clanky smoky disaster.
And that is why this weird little post exists. Let's never speak of it again.