DAY 25/A WRITER’S BRUSH

Today was not about writing but painting.  I am not a painter.  I rarely paint, and I will never show anyone anything that I have painted.  But sometimes I think it’s good for the writer to pick up the brush and probably for the painter to pick up the pen.  Huxley, Vonnegut, Yeats, Sandburg would probably all agree.

I feel no stress when I paint — no pressure, no expectations — nothing but joy.  It reminds me very much how I felt when I was writing Dairy Queen, before I learned something about the business of publishing.  But the really great, wonderful part about painting, when I’m done and return to the written word, I find that joy lingers on the page!

Posted January 25, 2010 at 7:28 pm · 2 comments · Leave a Comment