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Writer’s Block not Dog Friendly — Fourth Quarter Begins pg286
Colorful companion to my memoir The Incompetent Psychic
The style of painting I teach to emerging artists is quicker and freer than the more exacting, commissioned work that earns my tofu and potatoes. Painting in my loose instructor-style is more happy, joyous and free. In my kitchen storage area were piles of larger, odd-size frames people had given me over the years. They needed to be filled with lots more paintings with more verve.
My new chihuahua had forced me out of the studio, and opened up a brighter world along the Bay Trail on our daily walks. There were so many people with small dogs, I thought there was a new town ordinance I had accidentally obeyed. Neighbors chatted companionably in groups, while the quadruped kids tore up beaches and chased balls on the many lawns along the shoreline paths. These cheerful scenes had me on the ground taking pictures from doggie eye level, and I started painting pooches and their people from this perspective. — From Chapter 15
I’m stuck and staring at this quote from my memoir during a time when all my stars aligned in the newly formed Chihuahua Constellation in 2015— the Year of the Unicorn. I stared at this quote yesterday, too, and gave up trying to think of something hopeful to write. This morning is no better. Inspiration eludes.
