Monday, and time again for spending some time at the library. Painting time. On the whole, it's nice. But today I was almost on my way to go back home again. Since it almost was about: "do as you're told, 'cause that is how things should be done"! For a while, I felt bored and … Continue reading Trial and error! And then try again!
The main character in the novel "A Confederacy of Dunces" is a horrible person! Ignatius Reilly is mean, egoistic, egocentric, lazy, bullying, scornful, harasser, overeating, fat - which per se isn't a crime, but in this case, well contributes to the general picture of this... person. Though he also in some ways seems to be … Continue reading There has to be a nave…
Caught a cold again... Awoke Tuesday morning with a sore throat. On the spot a week after the last cold had left me. That one had a lot of muscle pain, and stomach trouble and icky fatigue to and fro, and just enough snottiness to tell me it probably was due to some kind of … Continue reading And so it is
Never say: I can't! Maybe it was true when you were five, or maybe ten years ago. Maybe it was true even yesterday, or an hour ago. Does that mean it will be true tomorrow or for the rest of your life? No! I can't draw and I can't paint. That's something I've said to … Continue reading Apropos painting
This new blank page, totally empty - and demanding - it's scary like hell... "Now, now! Be strong, Thêa! You know you can do it!" "I know... but... still scared..." "See it for what it is, an old, untrue belief, then put it away. Say: I'm good at this! I can do it!" "Okay! I'm … Continue reading Oh! My! God!
When the sun is beaming and the trees ain't dancing in the wind I can't stop myself from leaving home and walk in the woods
Like a blindfolded fool, you don't see what is obvious, right in front of your eyes. Then you get a bit surprised, when you see you actually had acted cleverly, and dated the last writing session. (chapter seven)