I expected a boost, a burst of creativity after I came home from California. I had some projects I was ready to begin. I wrote Creativity Camp In Session on my office blackboard, along with a positive logo I designed from an upright word "YAY" and two tipping "YAYs". My ideas had given me more ideas and tons of stuff to look through. I had even brushed transparent pinks, blues and lavender on the painting I have been painting / not painting for a year. I am painting my driver's license, which I miraculously look good on. Because the Ohio license is kind of pinkish. Flattering pink.
Our governor hates it. Which makes the whole painting more fun.
Even better, I can do some on my word – work on my porch. My screened back porch, fifties style. My piles of projects moved to the porch and I enjoyed doing what I could out there; making piles of the piles. Then the heat wave and bad air came which made me move my brain inside. My shutters are shut to shut out the heat. This makes me guiltily feel like a shut-in.
My mojo turned to molasses. Creativity Camp closed its doors for a minute.
At this hot moment, I'm just not that into me.
Molasses Mojo Me, moving slow.
D.G. Fulford is the author of , written with her mother Phyllis Greene.
Video: Creativity Camp in Winslow | Southern Spam Breakfast
Scarlett strikes a Marilyn, makes me want redlipstick
Proof That Taylor Swift Changes Her Style with Each NewBoyfriend
5 Going-Out Style Rules All Women Should Follow
Many U.S. Workers Sleep-Deprived
Now Playing: Spare Parts: Five Questions for Jeff Dunham
Mark Wahlberg Is Helping Octavia Spencer Get Fit With Two Workouts a Day
How to survive the apocalypse
Restaurant Review: Thali, Earls Court
Longevity Gene One Key to Long Life, Research Suggests
Serge DeNimes Summer 2014 Collection
Suite Blanco Jeans Denim Range SpringSummer 2013 Campaign