Artistically, I've been all over the map the past few months, bits and pieces of it popping up here. I'm having fun trying new things, stretching myself, trying out these new wings that say "artist" on them and seeing what I like, what I'm good at.

I've dropped a couple sketches I did this afternoon into my scraps folder. Sketches of people, even.

I wonder at what point I got it in my head that I was not an artist? A writer, yes, something I've been fixated on since I was in 4th grade. But I never in a million years imagined myself as someone who would be posting sketches of people on a public website. Oh, they may not be very good, but they're not terrible, either -- imagine if I'd had training in school? Or had been practicing drawing, even without formal art education, for the past twenty years? Imagine what I'd be doing now!

I'm glad I figured it out, though. And I hope I never plant in my own children the same strangling weed of wrong belief that someone, somewhere once planted in me. We can do anything, you know. If we just put our minds to it. Every one of us.