Too long, too strong

I've been staring at a blank 'new post' page for like half an hour over here. Nothing much has changed since we last touched base; I've rediscovered my dangerous penchant for peanut butter on anything, Soda got a haircut and I remain forever disgruntled by the ridiculous weather in this city.

I've been wondering how much of a good thing a person can have before they realise they have it. I've been writing and playing and singing and running and making flower crowns like I need them to survive. I've been wondering where I'm going to find six female voices to sing my songs and how on earth am I going to figure out how to mix my work for 5.1 surround sound and when am I going to write a pop song for large forces in between band practice, uni, gigs, study, running, food and sleep. I've been re-reading A Series of Unfortunate Events and wondering why I'm doing such a thing, drinking coffee then regretting it, eating Nutella on cruskits and regretting that too. I've been looking at pictures of summer roadtrips in America and looking out basement windows into the cold and rain and raising my eyebrows like Juno. Now I've really been missing the sun and the sea.

I am running up that hill, yes I am, but I can almost see the other side! And the other side is sunshine, and music, and glorious melodies and hand holding in the ocean and flowers (real and fake) and stage lights and train rides and nothing scary and no plateaus.

I am quite tired of being tired, and getting caught in storms and  and this winter has been too cold and too long. I don't mind sitting it out by the fire, but goodness, I can't wait to lie in the sun again!