I can see from where I am sitting at this keyboard, that I am killing the cacti. It lacks water. My paint feels all dried up. Is there no juice at all these days? I am failing in my Lenten commitment to create an egg based idea every day. I have ideas, I have eggs, I don't have inspiration, and I don't have focus. I am also wondering if I have the skills, or the voice. Nothing is flowing easy. In truth, the idea, though possibly clever, is a stupid waste of time. I have better things to do- even if it is to just pace back and forth in front of my easel, or wander from desk to drawing table, and stare out the window. (ndp)
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