Me at three years in my red jacket
By the looks of the trees, I think the photograph is in the spring. I remember that yard better than any place I've ever lived except for when I was a stay-at-home mom.
This month I've been thinking along the path of what I want these weeks to be for me. Holiday decorations are minimal. I donated all but one two foot fake tree. Being creative and being outdoors are on my jingle bells' agenda.
A few weeks ago, I began writing about how I feel about being creative, writing in particular. To my surprise, having to put those thoughts into words has been a good learning experience. I've never been keen on writing about graphic violence or sex. A character can be dead without describing how. A person can be a murdered without going into the details of why.
All of that brain activity brings me to my desk. It needs to be clear of stuff. I know where I am comfortable painting. I haven't chosen a writing nest. Sofa, recliner, dining table or desk are the spots where I land to write. This week I will set up a place to write. Where did I chose? The sofa, in a corner surrounded with pillows including one to put my clipboard writing surface. I'll still use my desk, but not for long hours of writing.
December is a month this year that will be not only productive, but it will also be happy by baking cookies in small batches. I will post the recipes as I go along.
Meanwhile, my easel awaits.
How is your December shaping up?
