adventures in dysthymia

Sunday, January 19, 2014

Breaking Silence

It’s been a very long time since I blogged. It’s been a very long time since I had anything worth blogging. Still don’t, for that matter, but I’ll do it anyway.

I’ve been holed up in my ‘guest bedroom’ this month, moved in as much of my office as possible, and left the rest of the house cold, most of the time. It is still hibernation time. I’ll stick my head out around Groundhog Day and see if spring is coming.

Which it should be, here in the Florida Panhandle. It usually comes pretty quickly in February. If one forgets about the February four years ago when it snowed here!

I haven’t been very creative over the past month so I have used the time to work on organizing and rewriting and that sort of thing. Playing and singing more, too, even though my voice is not in good shape at this time of the year and my hands get swollen and stiff in cold weather.

Maybe I shall learn (or relearn) some songs and get out and about this year, see about performing or at least hit a few open mikes. Of course, my writing and all the other projects I have, uh, projected, will have to have my attention. I really need to get some illustrations done.

Even though I am not really an illustrator at heart. I do not paint or draw ‘things.’ I build my art from dabs and dots and so on, and the subject matter is not really much a part of it — I’m quite abstract, actually, even though my work may seem seem figurative. I rarely draw a line or a shape. So creating a scene to use in a book isn’t something that comes naturally to me.

I suppose, in a sense, I write that way as well. I’m not about the ‘story’ so much as I am about the words. They are my daubs of paint. That’s why I can’t create a rough draft of a story or novel, but get most of the words ‘right’ from the start.

Well, time to go bake a pizza.

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