Moving on from the Artist's Way (for now)

It took me a while, but I decided I perhaps didn't need any more positive re enforcement of my creative artistic status, right now. I am going to pass on doing the artist's way entirely again, and just pick and choose what might be helpful.

I think I know this now, or I am awakening the artist within or something else. I had my moment screaming it from the roof tops. That is enough.

 Instead I am going to try and find a writing class, and probably push myself to take a singing lesson, despite being economically a bit short currently.

Now I just need to go ahead and hone 'the thing'...

And hone it again...

Until it is honed...

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