I have to admit, I wasn't really feeling this one. Maybe it would have flowed better for me in the summertime? Perhaps I just wasn't up to the work today. Ah, well. Thought process for me:
squiggles --> kids --> too trite, start over
squiggles --> doodles --> hello, no
squiggles --> let's go grocery shopping and see what we see --> oh, yeah, i'm shopping with two children under the age of five and can't see past the end of my cart
squiggles --> what's in the pantry?
We always have fusilli on hand because my children live on it. They have apparently discovered a way to synthesize proteins and all essential vitamins and minerals from simple carbohydrates. NASA or somebody might want to know about that, and I plan to call them. I'll jot it on this piece of scrap paper and put it on this pile and get back to it tomorrow. Really.
So, fortunately for him, Griff has a lot less mind junk than I do. No self-criticism, he just comes up with an idea and executes it, unhindered by any sense of how his work fits into the world at large or whether or not he should edit it. I mean, I angsted over tweaking a photo of a freaking box of pasta. Really. Meanwhile, Griff disappears and reappears with his work, executed in gleaming silver paint pen:
I hope you all are making like a 7 y/o and having a moment of zen. I'm off to swallow some Lexapro.