For two days, the atmosphere has been grey and humid. On these days, I like to stay indoors where it is nice and cozy. Don't get me wrong, I love this weather. I have every curtain open so that I can be surrounded with it somber beauty. Nature produces these days for a reason. These days are for slowing down and relaxing. The sun energizes you, while the rain relaxes you. It's all tied together you know...
I have been trying to work on my book, Annie the Purple Cat. I always get to the point where I start overanalyzing my work and become tempted to just throw the whole thing out. I have never written or painted anything and just sat back being completely satisfied with it. I have resigned from writing my stories on paper, because it is too easy to toss it out. On the computer, I just throw it back in the folder and leave it alone for a few days. I supposed that I could do that with paper also, though the physical presence of it being in the same room with me annoys me. I know it sounds incredibly strange, but it makes sense to my psyche so that is all that is important.
I'm going to go the art store today, because it always fills me with inspiration to be surrounded with creative tools. I'm thinking about getting two simple picture frames to make myself a paper maker. The last one that I had was crooked, but it worked very well. I might add some of the beautiful Japanese maple leaves into the paper and make some pretty stationary. Either way, I'm betting that my friends and relatives are going to be getting some handmade cards this year. I may even make some extras and put them on Etsy.com. Who knows? My creative ideas come in waves and go right back into the ocean of my mind only to remerge in time. I suppose that most people are that way.
The human mind is but a fickle thing...
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