I remember my first Furfest. I had exactly one small print box, maybe a half dozen paintings, and a small plastic tote containing calculator and reciept book. That was not all that long ago. Today I've got two large boxes 'o Stuff, plus the print box, plus the plastic, plus twenty-odd paintings (I am probably not going to finish the battle hamster raid in time, alas, although I should go work on it right now) plus a laptop plus a printer. Sheesh. All that in the space of two years? The brain woggles.
I should probably not have taken the time yesterday to paint, but I regret nothing. Today, however, I must fight these urges, 'cos I got Stuff That Needs To Be Done Right This Minute, Damnit.
I'd blame the Muse for being perverse, but the fact is, I think it's just plain 'ol human nature. 'Course we could argue that the Muse is just human nature being anthromorphized. If you can in fact anthromorphize human nature, which would already BE human, so...um...anyway.