So, looking at this blog, it proves that I haven't written as much as I had planned so far this year. Life responsibilities tend to plague my time. Not that I feel like my family hinders my artistic expression. Let's just say that no one has completely adjusted to me taking personal time, although, they are beginning to comply.
Of course, I haven't been totally devoid of creative time. I have just been more inspired in the physical art form than in the 'word', although many times while working on a card or photos, a spark of semantic creativity emerges only to flee as quickly as it appears. I believe I need to sew/staple/glue or otherwise adhere a notebook and pen to my hip in order to document my thoughts as they come.
Even now I have things swirling around throughout my cranium but there are so many and I am so tired I know it will not make a lick of sense. Wow, what a phrase. See, I told you, when I begin to get tired, sometimes that is when everything begins to flow out of me. Why is that? No wonder I've never been able to go to bed early or stay asleep completely. Now, you are probably wanting to tell me to keep a notebook by my bed and to jot down these thoughts at night when they awake me from slumber. I do.
However, since I am not in bed, yet, I will shed some of these thoughts here so that perhaps tomorrow I will transform them into sensible and discerning thought processes and eloquent prose. One can always hope.