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[averygoodun42]

Well, the week of crankiness on Babe's part has finally resolved into a fever. At least he's in a good mood when he isn't crying or asleep. Poor boy. He looks miserable. I hope this clears up before tomorrow, though. Parent/teacher conferences are tomorrow, and it would be much easier to attend if he were in class. Not to mention hoping he feels better right quick, of course (that just goes without saying).

shiv5468 asked this morning whether those of us who write enjoy writing. And, you know, I can't decide if I do. Her metaphor of it being like going to the gym seems very apt; I rarely want to do it, but when I do, I feel better and rather proud of myself.

But, at the same time, art isn't like that. The desire to make art is there with me almost all the time, and the reason I don't isn't because it's work, it's because it's special and I want to make it special. I don't want to be interrupted when I'm creating, which means I don't get very many opportunities.

A pitiful excuse? Yes, but also reality.

Ach well. Maybe today I'll get around to doing one or the other. With Babe ill, it might actually happen. :-/

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[dickgloucester.livejournal.com]

Yes - gym. Hard work, not necessarily enjoyable, but I feel better after it, and I'm better at it the next time.

[apisa-b.livejournal.com]

Poor babe! I hope he will be better soon!