Life is running like clockwork. I haven't found time to exercise, to play with projects, to sit and read, but still, I have no major issues to vent... and I therefore, have nothing to write about.
Perhaps it is this very issue which makes many artists' work so filled with anger. Be is paintings or prose, a bad day can have the pen flowing. Sadly, the average day in the life of a middle-aged suburban housewife and mother doesn't have the emotional baggage to make for good art.
I do not mean to suggest however that I am seeking drama for drama's sake. It just means that I, well, have nothing to say.
So with that, I will take no more of your time. Until we met again, under grey skies filled with the promise of heated ranting. Adieu.