Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl Woman – Age 31
When the things I wrote depressed me more than the things I wrote about, I stopped writing. To call it writer’s block would be inaccurate–I had plenty to say. But it seemed to all be the same words; remix after remix after remix of the same single–and not even a good single.
So I stopped.
I tried fiction, played with painting, walked the canal with my camera in hand a lot. Because waiting it out had not worked up to this point, I decided to try busy.
Busy earned me my first appearance in an invitational art show, a couple of art contest awards, and kept me alive long enough to see that it could get better.
Busy, ice cream, and Jean Grae:
(WARNING: EXPLICIT LYRICS)
darlene anita scott 