Sometimes I get so incapacitated by love of my Plan that I just want to lie on the floor and think about Ideas and not read or write or make pictures at all. Sometimes the love is like writer's block. It's a more thrilling writer's block. But it really feels like love. I get butterflies in my stomach and feel the need to tell other people about things that they don't care or want to hear about. I want to gush and gush and not make any progress at all.

I have been in this state since roughly 1 o'clock this afternoon.