Storyboard Life

Got in so very late yesterday morning.
Energies depleted.
Managed to post but then the tailspin sputter began,
Reading this & that.
A shower.
A breakfast.
An on-line search.
Outside & nowhere (although the purchase of Robyn Hitchcock's
"Element of Light" & Kate Bush's "Hounds of Love" helped subdue
the residual disquiet).

It's always like this...
After every shoot or film-related event
The return to Monday's duldrums,
That "everyday life" I referenced yesterday.

Couldn't get wifi @ the Braintree coffeeshop,
it's anything linksys it seems...
hence no go @ the house & other once reliable ports...
So I'm dallying about seeking cyber,
needing photo reference for the upcoming music video
my artwork only as good as a pre-established pose.
I'm a Pearl art store packrat,
carrying my papers & pens & mini-backboard.
Finally returning to the house mid-afternoon,
working off dad's computer.
Then my brother calls & it's another procrastination...
we're off car shopping for him & the kidees.

5PM then & most of the Rte 44 auto moguls are closed,
one secures its doors immediately after we leave...
managing only to hand little Emma a glossy Pilot pamphlet.
At another dealership,
my brother wheels even littler Christine around (all of 19 days, wow!)
while Emma & I run & run about the lot.
It's fun for all of one minute,
but I remember what my brother always says about the running...
The running is good
The running means an early night for he & the wife
So let Emma run. Run Emma run!

I finally get home early eve & pencil the last of the new page...
I have the house to myself so it helps.
I'm in the drawing groove but sloppy...
Artistic A.D.D.
The depression, no doubt. Hard to focus on any one thing too long.
I grow disinterested quickly.
Boo hoo. Poor me.

Now it's just after 6AM Monday morning &
I'm in the office.
Front door was locked I'm so early,
so I had to come in through the bay.
But here I am,
honoring my literary commitment,
documenting this period of my filmic life
(because let's face it, there's little else to relate)
& then going on to the inking.
Of course that will have to be in the other room,
my co-worker made it very clear on Friday her disdain for
the ink. Although I find it odorless,
& although I think she's just trying to pick a fight only she can win...
I'm in that other room soon.