Well I'm stuck in a production rut at the moment. Yesterday for 9 hours I painstakingly painted my stone wasp in a desolate mountain lake but so messed up the colours that I'll have to restart from scratch on another day. Dropping off my strange portrait to Birmingham on Sunday also got in the way of my working week (normally Friday to Tuesday) so I've done nothing but work and produced nothing. I wrote a poem that sums it up, so that's something!
I'm tired of doing nothing.
Nothing all day long.
I woke and worked and worked and worked
and now the day is gone.
I've worked all day for nothing,
and now I have a lot.
I've got no something here to show though;
nothing's all I've got.
