I ain't got no body

This was her song until yesterday, when my friend Sarah gave her a home. And very lucky and happy she (name not quite fixed yet) is. So much so, she offered to paw the bill :)

I have been contemplating my navel too much lately, in terms of my own creativity. There is so much I would like to do, but am guilty of producing what a lecturer once described as 'a typical Fox product', which I took to mean 'like the curate's egg'. I see amazing photographs, adventurous and perceptive writing here on blip, I spend a good deal of time with very creative and talented people. And yet elsewhere, I also see evidence of many succesful published authors and journalists who are bad writers, dull and plagiaristic artists who can't draw, let alone use colour correctly. It makes me mad, not because they get away with it and make money out of it, but because I still don't get my act together and I waste time. I don't propose I am any better or more talented, I hasten to add.

This morning I read Carol's entry about an author friend of hers, Scott Russell Sanders. I read an interview with him and found one paragraph particularly resonant. I've pasted it to her comments, but I would like to repeat one sentence.

'So I go on struggling to make my imperfect art in the midst of relationships and responsibilities.'

Later today I will drive to Deia, the village of writers, musicians and artists. I will drive along the most magnificent coastline, with spectacular Mediterranean views, past fragrant pines and luxuriant Bougainvillea. But today, I've blipped a dog, to make me laugh and to remind me of a happy half hour I spent with my friend. And to remind me, I ain't got nobody... to blame but myself if I don't get on with making the most of this wonderful life.

Have a fabulous day everyone.