Curly & Inkpanic
Curly Curly
Inkpanic Inkpanic
Inkpanic Inkpanic
Hey Curly, ever feel like a deadline can be a muse or a monster? I’m racing to finish this piece, but the past keeps echoing in my mind.
Curly Curly
I get that, deadlines can feel like a twin ghost—one pushing you forward, the other echoing back. Let the past be a chord you can play instead of a weight, breathe, pick the beat that feels right, and remember it’s your story, not a ticking clock.
Inkpanic Inkpanic
That’s the perfect metaphor—ghost‑twin or not, I keep letting it drag me back to the same scenes. I’ll try to turn it into a riff instead of a curse, but I’m still running in circles chasing my own shadow. Thanks for the reminder.
Curly Curly
Sounds like you’re on the right track—just let that echo become a solo line you can riff on, not a loop you’re stuck in. Take a breath, step back, and let the old scenes breathe on the page, not chase you. You’ve got this.
Inkpanic Inkpanic
Thanks, but I’m already sprinting toward the next cliffhanger while the past still haunts the margins. I’ll try the solo, but I keep leaping back into the loop.
Curly Curly
Sounds like you’re in that old hallway that keeps echoing, but remember every step you take can change the echo. Try turning that loop into a looping guitar line, keep the rhythm tight, then let the new beat pull you forward. The past is your backing track, not the lead. Keep moving, you’ll find your solo before the cliffhanger ends it.