There are days when you want to blog your heart out

and  then there are days when you can’t think of anything that anybody on this entire planet would want to read.

Well I’m having a blog your heart out day it seems.

This is my 3rd today – yes 3rd – absurd – yes I concur. What do I wish to blog about? Let me see perhaps  – the addictiveness of blogging the obsession of putting ones thoughts on public view?

I started because I enjoy writing and this pretty much sums it up for us writers does it not?

 

well maybe not quite as dramatic, maybe I’m just feeling ‘arty’   

No hang on not that ‘arty’

Not that I don’t like art, I do though you would never think it, because my home is very minimilistic  though according to the ‘www’ –  Minimalistic: There is no such word as minimalistic. The word is minimalist. So my house or more so my walls are minimalist/bare/scant/empty/naked/stark/unembellished…I think you get the drift? I have 2 sets of photos of my eldest daughters wedding and I have a collage which my parents gave me as me as a child (cute as a button I was – but we aren’t going down that path) &  that’s it. Yet I do love art – I like prints and photos and some ‘real works’ – by that I mean paintings – brushes, palettes, linseed oil and all of that. In fact some years back I sold an oil painting that I did (pats myself on the back), but have never really taken it up again.

How did I start talking about this kind of art,

when I meant the art of writing???   

See I’m boring you now aren’t I?