Among the most frustrating moments for an artist could be those when you try to force inspiration, be it for some assigned work that has a specific deadline, or for your own anxious desire to create something. Even more frustrating yet, is thinking back on the moments where you had all of inspiration and no resources; then when you try to re-inspire that feeling and emotion as if it were new at the present time (now that you have encountered your resources) the inspiration is lost. Thinking back on Austurias, I am now in this predicament. Now that I have my computer and all the time in the world, the words just wont come out. It doesnt help that I am also browsing June flights, only to find that thier prices have done nothing but go up. The Euro trade is the mother of Bitches. Dont tell me how much it will cost me in dollars and I will be fine. Time for Geografía…
Paz.
