Since I can sleep in and didn't set the alarm, I woke up at 5:45 a.m. I got out of bed at 6:10 or something like that. Worked on art, did some writing, published the hate blog. This is what it takes to get me to do what I love.
Last night I had dinner with my Mensa friends. The discussion revolved around what we did for a living. Most of us do things that require brain power. I mentioned my art and writing, which use the other side of my brain. Now I feel like I'm just recreating. Like I'm a fraud. No. I've been making art since 1960. This is not a fad. I've been writing since then also. Likewise, no fad. This, too, will pass. Sometimes passing is a good thing.