Sunset slow mo

Tomorrow I celebrate the completion of the first draft of the first tour. Then begin the Crystal Gallery which is bound to tax every ounce of imagination. A crystal bed is something to behold, certainly, but I need to find something to say about it, for at least a minute. A minute can be an eternity, or a nanosecond. This is my very own humble theory of relativity.

This is where I work every day. It is as messy as my desk at home, just less surface space. I've spread amoeba-like, as I do, onto the luggage table, and then onto the coffee table.

A slow-inspiration day, obviously.