When the urge to create hits, it hits hard. I have been wanting to paint for days now, but I want to be able to get messy about it if that particular urge strikes. I can’t possibly allow any messy painting in the house, so I was planning to go hang out in my back yard to paint. Alas, it has been hot as hades recently. Really, really hot … and humid. The sort of hot that would melt me into a pile of living goo and then fry me like an egg. Not exactly conducive to the creative process. In fact, this heat and humidity isn’t all that conducive to any process. Cooking has been hell this week too.

Of course, the heat isn’t doing anything to nullify my desire to paint and to paint messily.

I may try to get out there shortly after the sun comes up, after coating myself with a thin veneer of chemicals to repel the miniature bloodsuckers.

I really wish it would cool off outside, just a little. It’s been too damn hot.