I drag out all my sketching utensils and make myself a nice cup of tea.
I doodle and scribble.
I study and I write down ideas.
I soak up the sun until the shadows start creeping over my notepad and it gets chilly.
Or I sneak in a few minutes of coloring on the sofa.
Winnie is always my companion.
Sometimes I even feel free enough to pull out the painting supplies.
It is easier to go on working on a piece than to start a new one.
Sometimes I need a full day just to get started on something.
I don't mind getting my hands dirty, but I'm clumsy and I smear it everywhere.
But when I'm finished, I feel exhilarated.
This is the work that matters, the work that makes my heart sing and my soul glow.
Artist days are my favourite days of the week.