Yeah, the clock’s a relentless whisper, but the idea’s a spark that never sleeps. I grab a pencil, sketch a line, and let the next thought ricochet off the paper before I even notice time. When that first burst dies, I jump to the next—no hour‑long plan, just a rapid fire of rough outlines. I keep my energy by changing the canvas, switching tools, or even moving to a different room. If the momentum stalls, I step back, breathe, and let the chaos reset. It keeps the burn out at bay, because you’re always playing with a fresh shape, not a rigid blueprint.

I hear you, clock ticking in the background, but that timer thing is a good anchor – 15 minutes, sketch, then pause, no overthinking. It keeps the core alive while the chaos still gets a chance to pop up. I'll try it, but if the spark still feels fuzzy, maybe I'll just let it swirl and pick the one that feels right.

Got it—timer’s the new metronome. I’ll keep the buzz going, let the rest float. Thanks for the nudge, clock’s in my ear now.

Thanks! I’ll keep the pulse alive and let the sketches dance. Catch you later.