O.K. So I just submitted two of my original songs as deviations. And I am glad I did. It makes me feel accomplished. Somehow, knowing that someone else can see what I've done, examine it, critique it and most importantly acknowledge it, whether as a piece of art or pile of shit, is comforting. Its existence is being validated. That's nice. In the process of typing and submitting my creative utterances into the humming box black hole of fiber optic connections, I have become inspired, motivated, willed to write.

In the process of my photographic adventure with Andrew in the depths (which are shallow) of this wonderful town I have become pushed to take, make, create more photos. I enjoy it to the nth degree. It's soothing and relaxing. Sometimes it can require endurance or be bitterly cold and forces you to recall your tree-climbing skills, but it's worth it. Providing your pictures turn out.

I'd like to try and paint or draw. I have no natural ability to do such things. So I think it's about time I create such talent. And currently, I am motivated to do so. It won't last long, so I must be off. I want these last lines to rhyme, so, OH, pardon me . . .
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