I belatedly decided that my New Year's Resolution was to draw or write every day. I don't need to come up with a finished product every day. It doesn't need to be divinely inspired (although Petey and I have been getting along very well lately. Somewhat of a novelty for us, for those of you who aren't familiar with our relationship; I try not to publicize our problems, though. ...Petey is my muse), but just something, anything. The more artistic catharsis I go through, especially on a daily basis when I don't "need to or I will explode," the happier I am on the whole. Also, as a surprising upside, the time it takes me to "crank out" artwork has been diminished significantly. It's almost making me want to take an art class, which I have not done since elementary and can't afford now. ;

The reason I can only primarily write or draw for periods of time is Petey. He gets in moods - funks. Sometimes he sulks. Dealing with my muse is trying to please or entertain an irrational child. When I made the significant jump from primarily writing to drawing, I think that was his adolescent wanting to leave behind childish roots and try something new...and when I want to go back, he resists, "Aww come onnn! I did that when I was, like, five!" I argue, "But you're better at it! Look at you masquerading now. It's shameful!" So if he does oblige me, it is sulkily and it is clear that he does not want to be there and his heart is not in it unless I can really spark his interest. He's a teen who can only see the reality that ends at the tip of his nose. I wonder when he will grow up. I wonder what that will mean for me.