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I wasn’t quite as exhausted today as I expected after last night’s event (big loud events where I have to interact with lots of people often leave me drained) but I still spent a lot of time resting. Reading and dreaming. I’m having trouble coming up with new ideas – and in some ways that’s my worst nightmare. What if I have already written all the books I was meant to write, painted all the paintings and it’s all downhill from here. I know this fear among creatives is quite common. I also know new ideas will come. I’m kinda sorta flirting with one, but maybe it’s too crazy.
