I am not going to apologize for how I felt in my last post, but I do apologize for my vituperative language. I let a few things slip from my mind that came out vulgar.
Today is the start of winter break. I can finally have a peace of mind and enjoy sleep-in Saturdays. I intend to work on my novel and oil paint. You have no idea how much I've longed to pick up a brush and lose a piece of my soul on a blank canvas.
If there was a Walden to call my own, I would say my sanctuary is found in my writing an painting. If I could, I would move to the south of France to paint all day and read all night. Maybe a snapshot of reality here and there. But I suppose that wouldn't do me any good. I'd be a perpetual bum. Oh, but if only..