No. Writing is. A couple of days ago, I said 'till next year,' suggesting that would be my last post of the year. The very next day, I broke my promise when I broke through my 'block' and got a pretty fair start on a floral. The truth is I love writing as much as I love drawing, painting, photography and playing the piano. Not a day goes by when I don't do one or all of those things.
Today was no exception. I photographed the plate of chips, salsa and guacamole they serve us in the casita. I thought it would be a nice subject for a free hand WC--but I didn't get to it. Instead, I broke my win streak in two suit Spider Solitaire ( brain exercise) while watching the waves curl and treated myself to a massage, (spiritual and physical renewal). I was such a dishrag afterwards, I had no desire to lift a finger. So, I did nothing--except write these lines after dinner.
I'm totally addicted to self expression--in one form or another--at home or on holiday. Though Ellis has refused to tote my stuff one more day, I will manage. Without one art or another, my day just isn't my day.