I have totally been misusing after-work hours today (and most others) neglecting my art, adult coloring books. Ha! I wish that was really the problem because I can’t get enough of those, and I have new gel pens and a bad words book. It’s really funny to see flowing cursive curses surrounded by paisley patterns and glittery colors.
Nuts and Bolts! Can you imagine this guy with a swearing thought bubble! It makes me laugh. I’m so immature sometimes.
But my true neglected art is writing. I promise to post a new blog! I think I can. I know I can. Squirrel!
Oh, how I procrastinate to create! I interrupt my free time with online shopping, puzzle building, exercise, coloring, games of Skip Bo, social networking, and so on. All of this keeps me away from my stories though.
Why do I often hide from the keyboard? I am not a squirrel but am a mole, tunneling underground with only a few finished projects and a messy yard. I don’t play Whac-A-Mole and instead breed more reasons to keep from my writing.
Why do this? I truly love words and making them sing on the page. I love writing and have so much to say. I’m not secretive. I’m not lazy. But I think, therefore I am the intrusion to my own creative muse. Thoughts come and go, and so do opportunities to write with a genuine commitment. I let them soar away like a flying squirrel.
Squirrel! I just want to go nutty on this little gavel pounding varmint. Who is this fuzzy judge in the picture urging me to compose something new, refreshing, and interesting? The pressure is on to create, yet I just want to go Bill Murray-Caddy Shack-Crazy and crush him. I will steal his food. I will plug up his hole in the tree and…
And actually I will hug him. Yes, yes I will. I will call him George and I will love him and pet him and squeeze him. I will pet his feather duster tail and hand feed him buttery Ritz Crackers. I will shake his little paw in thanks for getting me off the hide-and-seek writing hook. I do not want the squirrel of judgment looking down on me.
I really must balance on my alphabet beam or I’m going to lose some letters. Oh dear! What would happen if I even lost one of the twenty-six alphabet characters. I once went a whole day without the letter “L” on my keyboard where I teach. It was very hard to be Mrs. _ucas. What the “L”? I needed that middle of the alphabet player, so I’m not willing to lose a single one, not even Q (I get it. He needs U to make sense, but they’re quite a beautiful couple if you query me.)
Seriously, no more distractions.
Squirrel! I have stories to tell, and this year I’m getting it done!!!
Days of Part-Time Sunshine 