Inventing Creativity

Somehow, between being a mom and a college student, my creativity has packed it's bags and sailed to Tahiti. I imagine it's a nice place -a perfect home for creativity, actually- but the new locale is doing nothing spectacular for this non-existent portfolio of mine. Most of my creativity, I'm sure, came from the creative life I led for quite some time. Funny how, now that I'm an art student, I lead a busy and less creative life than I did when I was a stay-at-home-mom or a bookseller. I need to get out more. I'm sure even a trip to Kennesaw Mountain for a hike would spark up some creative juices. Mister and I took an incredibly awesome trip to Savannah in February, but we were so busy with 'stuff' (and, er, each other) that I didn't have time to produce like I had originally intended. My plans to sit in Forsyth Park and paint trees were trumped by Leopold's ice cream - not even Rocky Road ice cream, seeing as how I still haven't convinced them to carry it. Bitter? Probably a little. My plans to come home and become inspired by the hundreds of photographs I took in Bonaventure and the squares were mauled by school work and the aforementioned inability to access my studio. Because, you know, an artist has to have a studio. /s
Tonight I sat down, after running across a high school AP Art course description/summer assignment list, and made a list for myself. Not just any list, but a list of ideas. Whoooooa! I'm really moving now!! I wonder how long it will take for those ideas to move from notebook paper to watercolor paper? /curious/ Atleast I'm coming to terms with my amazing ability to procrastinate, I guess. Or, my amazing ability to procrastinate, still accomplish the things I need to, AND make the Dean's List at the same time. I'm blaming it on Buddha.