Up in the morning. Shake off some weird half remembered dream and roll out of bed. Hit the bathroom for my morning routine (I'll not go into details, but there's teeth brushing involved). A quick breakfast, then off to start the day. Just like your day, right? Well, mine usually involves a few artist-type branches off the tree. For instance, while brushing my teeth (and the other stuff) I look at the wallpaper (which in my house is about eighty years old) with some odd pattern on it. These patterns turn into faces and people as I look at them. "Hmmm", I think to myself, "that would be a cool face for a cartoon character". "There's a unique view of a face. Not quite full on, but not three quarter view either". "Where did I get that bruise on my arm? Wait, that's paint". "What am I gonna write in my blog? I never get ideas anymore. Do I get them any less? Well, less is more. More. Moor. Scottish moors. That might be a cool painting. You know what would be cool? Painting with an icicle. I wonder if I could really do that? Reckon people would pay to see that? There's gotta be a way to get paid for just being me. Could I get paid to be someone else? Would someone else get paid to be me? Oops, gotta get to the studio".
Once I get the music going and the paint flowing it all starts to settle down. I guess it's a wonder I ever get anything done. Or is it a wonder that I don't get more done. Eh, it's like I always say "sometimes thinking gets me in trouble". People usually laugh. I'm usually not kidding. Thanks for reading. Here's your reward:
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