Never ending winter

I'm tired of all this cold, I'm an autumn/spring kind of person and I'm SICK of this winter. It really stops me from doing anything. When it's sunny I wake up early, I do things, I read, I draw, I play...but when it's cold I can't really concentrate on what I have to do, I just can't relax and so I end up sitting in front of the pc downloading random TA bootlegs (just finished Plugged Tour, Strange Little Tour and Sinful Attraction Tour, I'm on my way to finish Dew Drop Inn) because I'm a sucker for live stuff. I just love when a song I don't like on an album turns out to be so good live. Live music doesn't have that gloss, that polish that studio recordings often have, it's more raw and visceral, and that's what I like in music: passion, humanity.

These days I'm writing random pieces of Imago Vocis. It's cool when you get ideas while writing. You leave the words to rest for one or two days and then, when you come back to read them, you find out that all you wrote SUCKS. This is a thing I've learned, I don't have to care about the form at this stage of the creative process, that's such a wrong thing to do. I used to, that's why I never completed any of my projects. Never finished a comic, never finished the City. All I've been able to conclude were a couple of short stories, that I keep on editing. Now I want to take all the time I need to do this, I don't want anybody to read it before the first draft it's done.

Uhm, these days I'm really missing people. I'm grateful there are still few friends talking to me through facebook or skype, but I'm really loosing contact with many people even tough I look for them.