There are some writers that are revered among literary circles the world over. They have written classics that have changed the way readers view the written word, provoked the thoughts of the masses, and become beloved stories in personal libraries everywhere. As an English major, I have read many, many celebrated authors. Some, I quite enjoyed; others, not so much. The thing about famous works or writers is that they are often overrated. I’m looking at you, Shakespeare.
Sorry this is a day late, Wonderlings. This post was supposed to publish yesterday, but silly me, I scheduled it for July 29 instead of June. That’s what I get for trying to rush a post before a vacation.
I’ve never considered myself very artistic. Sure, my grandmother used to teach me to paint sculptures and watercolors. I learned lots of crafty things from her, but I could never come up with something on my own. Navigate me through a project and I’ll get it; hand me a brush and an empty canvas and I’m completely lost. I struggle with creating something from nothing and it’s hard to get my brain’s right hemisphere to work sometimes.
But I sure do love a challenge.