I've been in a strange mood lately. Not one to divulge every little detail of my life on my blog, I find I have very little to say here lately. Even commenting on the many other wonderful blogs I visit has been difficult recently. I want to say something worth reading, but lately meaningful and interesting words seem to be just outside my grasp. I write something and delete it. Blah-blah-blah.
Like I wrote in the title of my last post, I'm in a constant state of longing.
I'm so tired, in so many ways. Frustrated, too.
For weeks now, I've been craving quiet and sleep, and time and space. Especially time and space to be creative in ways that have nothing to do with anyone else's needs.
Ah, well, I don't have much patience for whining, so I'll stop before I start.
I'm working on two new paintings, much more realistic ones this time, so it's taking some time to get them to a point where I'll be satisfied with them. There was no space to spread out and work on them over the weekend, so I feel a bit stalled today. I've lost the wonderful momentum I had last Thursday and Friday.
There are so many things I should do today. What to do first?
At least I'm certain of one thing.
"If you have nothing to say, say nothing."
~ Mark Twain
