I've been looking forward to it the whole week
It was all arranged: DH had appointments all day, so voila! the day was to be mine.
You already know what I'm going to say, don't you?
The collapse of my carefully crafted plan started with an early phone call cancelling DH's first meeting.
It was all downhill from there.
Art-wise, I mean.
(I guess you know that trying to find your painting mojo with a tea/coffee/snack/conversation/ hungry DH in the immediate surroundings is a laughable thought?)
He did finally go off on the late appointment and my opportunity arrived.
But - suddenly- unexpectedly, painting was the very last thing in the world I felt like doing!
However, squaring my shoulders bravely, I entered my studio.
The rows of tubes of acrylics lying on the table looked like bared teeth, daring me to try anything.
Do you know its possible to be intimidated by a sheet of blank paper?
Probably the least said about what transpired between me and that piece of paper the better.
Let's just say I have obviously got a LOT more work to do with The Artist's Way.
I wonder if there's a chapter on dealing with frustration in the book . . .
I had hoped that my creative flair would finally find some outlet in this post -
But as you see, today has not been the the artistic paradise I'd hoped for.
Maybe tomorrow . . .