I often create a mess, whether in taking on a physical project or needing to organize a closet or shed. I’m enthusiastic at the beginning, but I quickly lose interest as well as the impetus to finish. I always manage to muscle past the the urge to quit, and I do get things put away or completed.
I have no talent to create paintings, sculptures, or drawings. I was never good at Paint-by-Number kits. They always ended up looking like a blotch-botch-smear. My stick people are generally unrecognizable as stick figures. However, I can make Play-Doh snakes until the cows come home.
I have always longed to play piano and create music, but I can’t read music. My ability to play by ear is limited to the harmonica.
I can, however, create stories with words. I have a plethora of completed stories languishing in the obscurity of my computer files. I’m not prolifically published for no reason other than procrastination. I have all the tools I need to go the indie publishing route. I just haven’t taken the time to learn how to use all of the tools. I’m perfecting my book cover creating skills. I’m able to self-edit so well that when I send my stories to my proofreading and final editing people, the manuscripts are ‘clean’ enough for a pretty quick turnaround. I have a book formatting program, but I have yet to try it out.
That’s the extent of my creative ability today.
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Until we meet again,