Nothing feels right today. I've been trying since 10 AM. I'm wasting my time. My stars are out of alignment, my creative bio-rhythm is crossing over a critical line, my mojo is on the fritz. there's bad ju-ju in my studio and and my muse went awol. It happens. It'll be better tomorrow.
Back in the day, I worked with a friend who would whine aloud in a tortured voice: " I have angst! I'm haunted!" when she hit a creative wall. I so relate.
I'm posting this so I can recall what it looks like to be present when one is working. Now that I think of it, I felt pretty angst-ridden when I started this. Perhaps I'll go back to work.