I followed a tutorial last night and drew a step ladder. A step ladder? I can't imagine there is any demand for a picture of that sort. I could frame it and give it as a Christmas gift to someone and let that person sit and puzzle out what to do with it. I understand that it was an excellent exercise in the drawing class...but what do I do with it now? HA! You are stuck with it as an illustration for this blog post!
At my age, a step ladder is the highest ladder I will climb and, even then, I doubt I will go past the first step. Still, that's heading in the right direction: UP.
I used to be a prolific writer. Along the way, I wrote less and less until I got to a point that I ceased writing any blog posts at all. I wasn't depressed...quite the opposite. I simply found lots of things I enjoyed doing and got happy doing them. I took up drawing three years ago. It filled a need that wasn't filled by writing. There was no need for words. I could think and feel or just let my thought drift and still create something that caused me to smile.
I like the idea of illustrated writing. I loved it as a child. I never stopped loving it. I've always been a bit zany, though, so rather than illustrate something I have written, I will choose to write about something I have drawn. Why not? It will keep me on my toes mentally and, if necessary, I can use the memory of the step ladder to keep me heading in the "write" direction.
