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I
hate struggling for inspiration. I never seem to know where, and
when, it's going to come. I've got, hmmmmmm, a week or two, to
come up with designs for two quite big sites, and I've just started
to sit down and think about them. Ideally, I'd get a pencil and
paper, sit down at the kitchen table and draw up some sketches,
play around with them a little, them mock-up some stuff in Photoshop.
Ideally … I hit a snag in that I can't draw. So I end up
skipping that part, and sitting down with Photoshop and playing
with fonts and pictures and colours. Oh, and writing journal entries!
So
far things have always come together at some stage, but I live
in fear of complete creative block. I know what looks good onscreen
once it's there, but I don't always know how to get it there.
I know there's no easy way, and I know you just have to push and
think and push and work, but it would be nice if it just came
to me once in a while — like now!
Matthew
is just way-smarter than me or Deb. It's scary at times how he
just plays with us. He's going through a real, “can't sleep
at night” phase right now, one which often sees us up two
or three times in the night with him. So last night, around midnight,
he was up with me as I tried to finish off some work and send
an email. He pulled open the drawer at the desk. He smiled at
me. He pulled objects from the drawer one by one. Objects that
he knew perfectly well what they were. Every one, he'd poke me
and say, “what's this? what's this, Daddy?” And to humour
him so I could just get my work done and get to bed, I'd answer,
“it's a pencil Matthew … it's an eraser Matthew …
it's a mouse … it's a pen … ” And in between pulling
things from the drawer, because he knew exactly what he
was doing, he'd look at me and say, “teasing Daddy, teasing
Daddy.” What can you do except smile?
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