Who am I kidding? I live for the horrible Faust's sleep schedule. But it was real nice to go to bed until 5-6 AM and be awake at noon.
I finished the pending moodboards. My problem is that, the moment miss perfectionist steps on the room, I'm never satisfied.
The true is that I want to redo some of the past moodboards I did, but is also true that at some point I have to call it quits while working on one or this is going to be never ending. I can always re-work an idea again later.
I just really wanted to do some small creative warmth up and this helped me. I just wanted to go back to do something creative because it feels like my brain forgot how to do that.
I also wanted to try doing moodboards since I see some people editing those from time to time and it looks fun but it really takes time to piece together the right pictures. Four pictures feels easy but it's tricky to nail down an idea just in four steps.
Joining a Secret Santa again after one or two years of not doing that because I was busy, was also good, I just want to put to use my stupid powers for something fun.
Now there is two very specific editing mini-projects and one moodboard I want to indulge for myself, but before that there is also something I want to complete, even if I think is already too late because Christmas is over, is really worthy to give it a shot?.
Of course it was a disaster.
The unbearable, dearest secret
has always been a disaster.
The danger when we try to leave.
Going over and over afterward
what we should have done
instead of what we did.
But for those short times
we seemed to be alive. Misled,
misused, lied to and cheated,
certainly. Still, for that
little while, we visited
our possible life.
As the team searches for a place to hide Darla from Prime, Bow and Glimmer ready to sneak up to the moonstone so Glimmer can recharge. But when Glimmer connects to the moonstone automatically before they can even leave, Bow's afraid she doesn't need him anymore.
The danger when we try to leave.
Going over and over afterward
what we should have done
instead of what we did.
But for those short times
we seemed to be alive. Misled,
misused, lied to and cheated,
certainly. Still, for that
little while, we visited
our possible life.