My mind has been a whirl all day, with thoughts of painting, writing, comic books, drama, color, fire, glass and on, and on. The only way to describe it is to say that it has been like getting a swirly... directly applied to my brain, if that makes any sense. Basically, all of the things that excite and ignite me creatively, vying for position in the pecking order of realization. However, I also found myself stymied by my current level of direction for any of it.
Sure it's great to suddenly see my own story laid out as a graphic novel, read by my mind's eye. Or to see a great, giant canvas hung on a gallery wall with my signature in the corner. It's entirely another to see these things in material form. To dream the dream is one thing, to live the dream is something else.