I had a great weekend. I saw 2 movies,(Adaptation and About Schmitt) spent time with my best friends, worked 12 hours on a script for a show I am producing/directing, goofed around(a lot) with this new Blog and it's software, gave 4 music lessons, helped my mom tweak a Photoshop thing for her New Years card,gave an acting lesson, watched some football, finished reading Tom Clancy's new book Red Rabbit that I got for Christmas, did some laundry, spent more time with my best friends, ate out at restaurants....twice, ranted on this blog, cancelled a music lesson............... I get a lot more done when I don't sleep(I'm still up from the last rant) Although I have to admit I am dragging now.
I think there is something inherently sexy about sleep. I don't know what it is exactly.

More about that later..plus as promised, a mission statement or some such thing is also forthcoming..

I leave you with a poem...... about inspiration..I used to have it in spades, then I lost it for a long long time. Recently, I have found myself writing again and this is in response to my thinking about where the tug of creation comes from....

the artist cannot name his muse, it's whispered by the heart.
creations lightning bolt to fuse, the elemental parts
For in that seething moment of divine frustrations.
mind and spirit and marrow well up, and yearn for
inspiration.....a kiss ... an ache ... a dream ... a soul .....
a something so intense that it is painful to behold, ....
he waits for his muse
to take him.