I always feel the most creative when I’m at work. So many ideas and no time to record them. I try to remember and a few will remain, but many are lost like tears in the rain. And then when I do get time to create, I struggle, I check my list of projects and the motivation lingers, just out of reach. I see the words but the feeling is gone. It’s ethereal, sometimes retrievable, but frustrating to say the least. In a perfect world, I could drop what I am doing and jump into the moment. It’s hard not to be envious of the full time artist.