A Writer's Prayer

Today folks, I thought I would share with you a poem I wrote that is about writing but also covers the intimidation one feels as one begins to paint:

A WRITER'S PRAYER

White paper, like blank new snow

Intimidates me;

Clear screens with icons in a row

Infuriate me;

Let me crumple the paper in a fist of bold resolve,

Let me strike a word or name to fill the void;

Let me muck up the paper and muddle up the fonts;

Let me write, type, or assault with

Black on white.

Copyrighted by Morna W. Owens

Painted Shack

Sometimes it can be engaging to paint things not as they are, but as you'd like them to be. This pastel/watercolor painting is an example of my muse running wild. This old shack, sitting on the edge of town, takes on a new personality when rendered in bright colors. It seems peaceful in spite of the lovely colors. To paraphrase a line from a song in My Fair Lady, "all I want is a room somewhere." A room, a shack, my room, my shack. "Wouldn't it be loverly?" Thanks for tuning in. What would your shack look like?