minxy

Burn out: swimming. swimming. swimming. repeat. or painting. nothing salves my brain like watercolour and having to wait wait wait while a wash dries (sometimes I cheat and use a hairdrier. shhhh don't tell. but it keeps the paper a lot flatter, though, right?) and having to look at a design and think of how to make it pop or float or glow from the inside out. An entirely different part of my brain gets used. Also, windchimes. I so need to get some great giant ones that will go bong bonggggggggggg underneath the ting ting ting of the little ones. Or daaaaancing. Techno, heels-to-the-floor takes-over-for-your-heartbeat pounding base-beat reptile-brain-only dancing.

Most of my activities are dedicated to making my brain shut down. Often alcohol does it, but I suffer with insomnia after, so that's only a temporary fix. There are no words when I paint. Burn out for me is always from a surfeit of words. Voices from fiction, my voice from lectures, student voices from papers, critics' voices from research. Lo and I decided yesterday that mollusks must be happy, and there must be a reason clams are smiling. :)

I hope you find your thing, because just thinking about what you do makes me exhausted, man!

PS. Thanks for the medical help on the whole alcohol poisoning, thing. :) (not my alcohol poisoning, just for the record)