I read an article in our small paper Monday morning. It was about the importance of journaling. I used to be much better at doing that, putting thoughts, drawings, and scribbles down on paper. It got me to thinking about the artist that lives within me. I’ve always considered myself an artist and have been so all my life. I’ve dabbled in about everything art related through the years. My problem is never having enough time to pursue everything I want to do in any given day. I don’t think I’ll live long enough to accomplish all that’s in my head
I wondered how I’ll ever manage the Nano (National Novel Writing Month) this year when I can’t even keep up with my blogging. I’m working too much, trying to do some rewrites on my mystery book, keep up with the house chores and my blogs. It’s tough to do. I came to the realization that Nano may be out of the question for me this year. It pains me to say that unless I use it for notes, or my daily journaling, if I can get into that habit again. I’ve always wanted to write a book about my experiences as a food demonstration person, but of course I don’t want to post much about that because I’m still working doing that job. I don’t think my remarks would go over very well if anyone from work read it.
These birds are having the greatest time.
So I spent some time enjoying the birds today. They flocked to the birdbath and crowded in there shoulder-to-shoulder. I love watching them frolicking in the water. They always tend to do this when the weather is cooler. Today it’s only 65 here with a cool breeze blowing. It’s chilly if I’m not standing in the sun. I do dread the thought of winter coming, but it’ll be here before long now. Last night we had some very strong wind that sent patio chairs and plant pots sailing around. I do hate it when it gets like that, but the wind blows hard here in the desert and quite frequently.
More next time. I must weed out some email now with the thirty minutes I have left before hubby gets home.