Tuesday, February 9, 2010
You know how some people – more specifically a lot of artsy-fartsy people – claim that if they don’t create they are not living. I am one of those people. I create whether or not someone is paying me to do it.
For the greater part of my working-for-a-paycheck life I have written, photographed, published, or edited something. And now, even though no one hands me a regular paycheck to do it, I write every day. I simply don’t think clearly unless I do. In fact, I’m not sure I’ve actually thought about something until I write about it.
And so it is this personal insight that spared my little artist a spanking. (That and he’s super cute.)
You see, Mason just is not Mason without a pen in his hand. More specifically a pen in one hand writing on the other hand. I could come unglued about it… scream, yell, rip the marker away from him… but I know he needs to do it.
The thing is, I haven’t figured out which part of it he needs. He’s either remarkably hypergraphic or dying for a tattoo. Frankly, there is the outside chance he just wants a part in Avatar II. And until I figure that out, I will continue to hide the writing instruments.
PS – If anyone writes me and tells me I shouldn’t spank my kid,; actually I’m not even going to answer that.