Ahh my first journal entry. I guess this will be a moment to be remembered, yet as it stands right now there seems to be nothing so out of the ordinary about it. The fact is that nothing my life ever actually changes, despite the many attempts I front. I love my work, not many people can say that and actually be telling no form of lie, then again, not many people stay elbow deep in clay and glaze all day long. Lately it seems like something is missing and I can't lay a finger on it. It's slowly going to drive me mad, but if I get a little inspiration out of it then all will work itself out. The beauty of art is in sanity and the lack thereof and what is inspiration but something to which no one can define. That's why it differs for each person, because it is something that stands out against the pale wall of society and conjures forth an image so remarkable that original and creative are the only words that spout forth to describe it. I'm sorry, I ramble and for some reason it usually turns into coherent thought. Maybe that's my inspiration...randomnity. If I ever find the woman that understands me it'll be the end of some universe or another. Blah. I need some coffee, maybe then I can get back to making the mounds of pottery I have due to all the stores who are so patiently awaiting their merchandise. Back to the grind as they say. Oh and I'll use this as a reminder to sit down and post some writings so as to get some input.