No magic today. Drawing Luke Hockley.

No magic today.

Dear Self,

Some days when I create stuff it just comes out like magic.

I don’t know where it comes from, or why, or what I did to deserve it, but there it is. Just this magic pouring out of my fingertips.

And some days it is not magic. Not magic at all. In any way.

It is just this bland, boring every day gunk that I smear out into the world.

I never really know which day it is going to be, sometimes I have a sense, but I don’t really know. Some days I am convinced it is one thing and it turns out to be the other.

Because I can’t know what is going to turn up I have to remind myself to just keep turning up.

Like today.

Just rock up and slam down whatever is hanging around.

That way I’m ready to strike when the magic’s hot.

And I won’t miss the magic because I was busy convincing myself I was having a bad hair day.

Luke

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