I return to the Journal-Thing after spending a number of days floating aimlessly. I posted my first bio-tech piece, and kinda quirled down into myself. I'm not sure why, but that's how it went down. I've spent the last few days being aimless, made more difficult by the fact that I have deadlines to fulfill. Today, however, I've finally engaged my mental clutch, and it seems that I'm getting back to work.

I am very grateful that dA is here. I want the input of other artists, but even if these journals are just shouting down a well, enough wonderful things come back out of the well to make my input worthwhile. Today, it's time to re-read some of the words put down by you. I keep them nearby to remind myself that I'm not the only one who goes through these patches of cloud, that others get weighted down with these strange feelings too. Thank you all for that.

On the mousey front, I escalated to chemical warfare. It looks like the current wave of invaders has been stopped. Here's hoping that it's permanent.