As this blog testifies it is an evasive talent and one I wish I could capture and so, once again, and now in my 42nd year I tentatively look to achieving similar in both my art and my writing. One each day, it doesn't seem too far fetched (she says now.) I do promise myself this every year, especially around now as Christmas is knocking on the door and the year in about to reset to January again.
I need to work on both to improve, the art soothes my soul and I can even, on occasion, quieten the angry spirit that rises on recalling just how I was so easily discouraged and turned away from something that means so much. Same goes for the writing.
It is a mistake that as a parent I am determined not to make. Hell, maybe I might end up good at something for once. I can do this and I want to do more: