I’m feeling inspired.
Picked up Lidia Yuknavitch’s book The Chronology of Water and 112 pages in I am utterly blown
away. Her story. Her language.
So inspired that I’m feeling like writing again. Little stories from here and there. Musings.
Where to begin?
It’s late (or early depending on your point of view) and my brain is admittedly addled by a bit of alcohol and Benadryl to help my stuffy nose and me sleep.
It’s late (or early depending on your point of view) and my brain is admittedly addled by a bit of alcohol and Benadryl to help my stuffy nose and me sleep.
So what to write about?
I think it was SARK who wrote about creating. Just do it. Every day. I had a painting professor in art school say the same thing. He kept a studio, away from his home and he would go there every day. Get up. Go to the studio. Make a pot of coffee. Read the paper. Maybe paint. Maybe stretch some canvases. Have lunch with his wife (another painter who preferred to work at night) and head back to the studio to paint…or whatever.
I think it was SARK who wrote about creating. Just do it. Every day. I had a painting professor in art school say the same thing. He kept a studio, away from his home and he would go there every day. Get up. Go to the studio. Make a pot of coffee. Read the paper. Maybe paint. Maybe stretch some canvases. Have lunch with his wife (another painter who preferred to work at night) and head back to the studio to paint…or whatever.
So maybe that is what it’s time to do. Use my new found freedom to create
something. Not sure that it will be
worthwhile but Hell, why not say what I have to say? Random little stories and musings. Why not?
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