Occurred to me this morning that maybe I went to art school so that I can relearn or remember or be aware of how I write.
How I write, why I write, how I do what I do blah blah blah.
Learning art is good.
Got a few nice stories from these 3 weeks. Current favourite is the nail cutter. I just cut my nails this morning too.
What if I make cutting nail my raison d'etre. Maybe i’ll be happy and settled and fulfilled.