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I think my brain's higher, more interesting, functions wait for moments like this. I labor along building up a head of steam, hauling a scholastic/intellectual load, and when the gears and cogs in the engine that is My Brain shift to high gear, *WHAMFWoosh*. All of this extra capacity appears like My Brain just relocated the turbocharger and dropped the pedal. As it gets up to speed, you can feel those miniscule components spin up into a shiny blur. No, I'm serious, some days I swear that if you peered into my ear at the right angle, or listened very closely, you'd see or hear the machinery humming away. Of course, the jets steam blowing off my head is a usual giveaway (yes, I did overcook my hair follicles when I was younger... why do you ask?).
This is minimally manifesting at this time by the re-eruption of the creative energies. I've had the occasional burst over the past year, as if the engine was just clearing away the cobwebs, but now I can't seem to slow things down. No matter at this moment I'm buried under the most schoolwork yet this term, as I start to frame my first paper and the next presentation I've scheduled. I'm finishing the RPGA module I started back in the spring. I'm staring at writing two or three Blackmoor modules (those are mostly your fault,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
greenmanbear). That mix CD I offered to folks a month or two ago is back in the front of my mind, trying to pick the best tracks and artist order (don't worry you 15, I haven't forgotten you, more on that soon, I promise). I'm waking to images of collages and drawings (and pumpkin designs for next year, would you believe). Story fragments surface and reel off into silence. Characters bubble up out of nowhere and express themselves in no uncertain terms (oh, wait, those are the normal voices in my head, sorry).
But more than that: out of nowhere, there's extra energy for social outings, an extra spring to my step, and the world is simply brighter, louder, ad clearer than in a while. Vivacity, alacrity, and general wit snap back to me with increasing vigor.
Of course, I've not improved having enough time or enough sleep, but at the very least the tireds show less. *laugh*
Makes me wonder how to bottle this heady mix so that I can make better use of it when I have more of that foreign thing called "free time". (I.E. once UCon is over in two weeks, I'll be much more sociable. Come'n'get me out of my apartment. *laugh*) And at some point I will get back to folks who reply here. Eventually. Some day. Soon. I promise.
This is minimally manifesting at this time by the re-eruption of the creative energies. I've had the occasional burst over the past year, as if the engine was just clearing away the cobwebs, but now I can't seem to slow things down. No matter at this moment I'm buried under the most schoolwork yet this term, as I start to frame my first paper and the next presentation I've scheduled. I'm finishing the RPGA module I started back in the spring. I'm staring at writing two or three Blackmoor modules (those are mostly your fault,
greenmanbear). That mix CD I offered to folks a month or two ago is back in the front of my mind, trying to pick the best tracks and artist order (don't worry you 15, I haven't forgotten you, more on that soon, I promise). I'm waking to images of collages and drawings (and pumpkin designs for next year, would you believe). Story fragments surface and reel off into silence. Characters bubble up out of nowhere and express themselves in no uncertain terms (oh, wait, those are the normal voices in my head, sorry).But more than that: out of nowhere, there's extra energy for social outings, an extra spring to my step, and the world is simply brighter, louder, ad clearer than in a while. Vivacity, alacrity, and general wit snap back to me with increasing vigor.
Of course, I've not improved having enough time or enough sleep, but at the very least the tireds show less. *laugh*
Makes me wonder how to bottle this heady mix so that I can make better use of it when I have more of that foreign thing called "free time". (I.E. once UCon is over in two weeks, I'll be much more sociable. Come'n'get me out of my apartment. *laugh*) And at some point I will get back to folks who reply here. Eventually. Some day. Soon. I promise.
