I've put aside Elevator Man for now while I turn Lucifer Walks into a screen play for a small film company. Almost done with that- Yay! But its consumed me. It was one of those things that took more work then I expected. First I had to read through the original 400 page manuscript and chop it up into screen play size. Push aside all those descriptive phrases and just give direction. OUch! I did a lot of writing, cutting, writing.
But now I have the overwhelming urge to lock my self in my garret (okay, its just a spare room but to appease the artist inside I think of it as a garret) and paint. I want to get my hands dirty, touch the paint, feel the canvas beneath my brush and splatter my jeans with rainbows of acrylic.
When I come up from air after whipping my WIP I always have the urge to paint.
Question; When you come up for air, what do you do to re-center yourself?