I'm an artist. No, really.

An artist, you say?

Really, I'm not kidding.
Oh.... I stink, really. Jim tells me I have talent. But you know... There are some things I can draw, and some things I can't. But I'll never learn to draw them until I practice them.(Figure drawing comes to mind)--- The point being: I miss drawing and painting. It wasn't that I wanted to be a professional painter... I painted just for the sake of painting itself. It relaxed me and I enjoy it.

Also, I have to set to work on that short story I started. I needed/wanted to finish it anyway, but there'll be a peer critique at the end of this rainbow. Immediate feedback- it's great. Noelle's writing a story and we'll exchange stories on Friday to critique each other. Then I'll get that story off into the mail as well.