Having lost my artistic muse last October, I have patiently awaited her return.
Apparently, wherever the little stinker went, she is having a dang good time there. Thus I have decided that drawing & writing a little something is going to be a process I will have to take full control of, muse or no muse.
To illustrate how muse-less I actually am, I chose to draw a shotgun shell. “Why?” the reader may ask.
Because I have found a hobby which has turned out to be quite fun and gives me an excuse to do something with other folk who likewise enjoy it. That being the activity of shooting clay projectiles out of the air using a shotgun.
Several “games” have been invented to give the activity a sense of discipline. “Skeet”, “Trap”, “Sporting Clays”, “5-Stand”. I am not yet confident enough to try my hand at them, but I soon will be