pipistrellafelix | One week. One week till the era of Obama.

Today I have decidedly wavered back & forth between feeling vaguely useless and full of purpose. It's been a little confusing. Mostly I think I am in that state of knowing exactly what has to happen, but not quite having started yet--specifically with my history paper, where the next step is to round up a whole hell of a lot of sources. Yay. (Although I have lots of leads, so that at least makes it into a fun hunt instead of a frustrating one.)

Perez & I worked on the musical today together, at the same time, in the same room, with a piano. It was crazy awesome! We wrote almost a whole song! We drafted about three minutes of musical! Which is, in this world, a fifth of the play, so. Not bad! I am still intimidated as fuck-all whenever I think about this project, since I am terrified of writing, especially lyrics; but it's also really exciting & I do sometimes get breakthroughs. & I have to keep reminding myself that I must (not can, must) write shitty first drafts, because otherwise I will have nothing to revise, & that is what I am best at.

Or as Sam Green told us today, "ttp!" aka, trust the process. Writer's block doesn't exist; you're just not trusting the process. (Oh, Sam, if I were one tenth as good as you I would be content, but I'll just keep trying.)

In other news, I think I have figured out what design I want for my tattoo. Yeah!