so. everyone gets into a writing slump once in a while, i think. it feels like about 50000 years since i produced anything that i could look back and say "wow, that was remarkable. WHERE DID IT COME FROM? ME?! HOW?!" it's kind of sad, because a lot of my favourite pieces have been about feelings and goo like that. and now i'm not with that person anymore, so those feelings are dormant/dead/dusty/other d words.

i've been really getting back into art. i did three pieces today and a few others in the past few weeks. i bought these new acrylics, palette, and a perfect-sized canvas to work with and i just need to decide what i want to do. maybe a black and white portrait or a dandelion.

the reason i want to do all of this art anyways is because my new bedroom for the year is this sad blue colour and is rather small, so i want to have lots of popping red artwork to give it focus and zing. i would love to have little white lights and lanterns everywhere to give it a soft glow. right now it is dismal and full of boxes.

one more thing: reading old poetry is NOT the way to get over someone. At all. I should remember this, along with the wise rule of only buying enough Chinese take-out for the total number of people eating, minus one.

I wish, i wish upon a dish (upon a dish of applefish) that the slump will end soon!