working my pineal gland

May 11, 2012

Sitting quietly in my studio, staring into space, giving my third eye a workout. Watched ‘My man Godfrey’ for the millionth time. Actually I don’t watch it, just listen to it. Something about William Powell and Carole Lombard’s banter that relaxes me.
Can’t do art or brew ideas when listening to music. Totally distracts me for some reason.
Screw ball comedy’s seem to do the trick for me. Nineteen thirties, screwball comedies. Oh wait, I take that back. I can listen to Ethel Waters and Mable Mercer. Their music gets my creative juices flowing. Again, I’m talking 1930’s. Must be a connection to a past life.
My submission is still sitting at G5 in the Fisher Price search. Trying not to get my hopes up, but I really like the idea. I’d be happy to make G7 and get to talk with a live person in the know.
I was researching my ideas for the Molly Sims search and couldn’t resist peeking at my dashboard. Yup, still green, knock on wood. I know it’s in the middle of the night and I’m sure movement is done for the weekend. Just nervous energy I suppose. I’m sure as time goes by, I’ll learn to let my ideas run their natural courses and not be obsessed with the checks and X’s. But for now, I’m sweating it.