Grouchy grouchy grouchy. Don't feel like working on the f'ing novel. Don’t feel like being creative with words. Feel like being either destructive or creatively destructive - as in destroying something large, or painting something large. I haven't gotten my home improvement fix this year. Usually I do something creatively satisfying with the house - last year I painted my last unpainted room and finished the downstairs bathroom. All rooms are painted now - which means I'll have to start repainting or I'll have to destroy something.
Every time I think in the personality profile I'm a J for Judging I look around and find everything is way too the same and realize deep inside I'm a P for perceiving and must have change, must change at least something. Usually moving the furniture is enough, but sometimes, like today, I want something more - much, much more. Is there a wall around here I could take out? Hmm, no. Not that many walls in a tiny place like this, and all of them are holding the roof up. And I'm quite fond of the roof where it is. I'm sick of our bedroom - maybe I could do something in there. I was thinking each wall a different tonal color, very deep colors. Or maybe I'll tackle the carpeting on the stairs - I've been wanting to know what is underneath and see if I can sand and make them look presentable. I need a physical creative project I can do in addition to my writing project. If I don’t have both I tend to go a little loony-tunes after a couple of weeks of writing. It is too early to go planting gardens, which is my usual escape.
Maybe once I've done something creatively physical, I'll be up to something cranially creative like writing. Hello stairs, here I come.
Friday, April 06, 2007
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