I've been quiet for a while. When I was a writer, I forced myself to write everyday, just for the discipline. For the first time in years, I'm not painting everyday. And it's making me nervous. I can't settle on what to paint. I have many options. Perhaps, too many options. I shift through the photos, hoping something will compel me to paint. So far, just a chorus of wannabes. I sketch and sketch and wallow. My muse is clearly on vacation. She'd best be back soon!