Well, at least I'm writing again.

I'm a cavern of nervousness. A container for anticipation and worry.  I can hear the pissed moans of whiskers literally losing their color to gray.  I don't suppose this will change, in fact it will probably worsen, until I actually book some jobs with new clients in my new home.

So let's at least wrap ourselves in the silver lining of the unexpected: my writer's block is gone.  

I haven't been able to write much of anything the past few years.  I've often wondered if my source of all things creative is binary.  That is to say it's either expressed through my words or my images, but not both at the same time.  Since I haven't worked much in the past month or so, maybe the words are finally willing to come out and play.  Maybe.  I may very well book work and find that my words and images still play well together.

In which case, I suspect that my words won't come out to play when things are a little too far inside the comfort zone.  Which presents an unappetizing cone of irony dipped in melancholy with "I'm nuts for upheaval" on top. AWESOME.

Good thing the $.99 store had a sale on Toblerones.  I'll stuff down these thoughts with gobs of honey nougat and chocolate.