A Carnival of Creation.

Black and white photo of the studio desk.

This is what this has felt like.
In a good way…And now I have Dimmu Borgir stuck in my head.

Acrobatics aside…

(Carnival.) I forgot to put worms out for the birds. Ah well, tomorrow.
There is something freeing about being this early. No one’s watching, really. Which makes developing clarity a lot more fun because there is zero external pressure. Nothing breaks, you know?

That doesn’t mean that fuck-ups are never a threat.

I have sat here till 2am fixing errors, only to notice at 11am, that 2am is no time to bloody fix errors. But it does mean that it’s basically me, the dogs and the cat that know about it. Phew.

There is no time like now.

Most of the time now is spent removing, not adding. Which is strangely much harder to do. In practical terms. Less is more but knowing which less is less is much harder to do.

Circus Tent is up.

Oops swapped continents. But it’s fully erect. (Clears throat.)

Bally, bally, bally.

All this circus talk. Step right up. What’s inside?