How to deal with your artist

If you are reading this you might have friend or relative or significant other who is of the artistic ilk or temperament. They feel the need to create and are often difficult to deal with. so here are a few friendly words of advice about how to handle your artist

  • Occasionally your artist might suffer from a block. Like a clogged drain that wont let water pass your artist is clogged. Somewhere between the brain and hands all the art gets stuck. At best what ends up on paper is a mess. At worst there is nothing at all. Art block is uncomfortable and depressing. Your artist may be grumpy and moody. Consider plying them from their dark moods with sweets and a nice movie.
  • Sometimes your artist may seem lost to the world as they work on a thing. When inspiration strikes you have to work fast and catch the lightning strike before it fades. The artist may work tirelessly for hours in the glow of their genius. Try not to interrupt your artist since they may not take it well. If you feel up to it, get them a glass of water or a snack. They might have forgotten such physical needs
  • And finally, it may be annoying having every rough sketch shoved under your nose while your artist stands by with puppylike eagerness. But art is meant to be looked at by many eyes and it gratifies your artist greatly to have you look at it. Even if it’s a half finished painting that looks like nothing at all. Offer up any praise you can think of. If the work merits criticism then give it. Your artist needs to know how he or she can improve but criticism may hurt so be gentle.

And that is all the wisdom I have to offer you. Go out in the to the world with your artists! They may not have seen the sun for awhile and its good for them to remember a world exists outside their own mind. 

Good luck!


I’ve been watching Downton Abbey and I find the show leaves me thinking about characters with depth. Some have it on the show and some don’t.

My sister’s favorite character might be Anna. I don’t hate Anna. But I find her dull because she is LITERALLY PERFECT. she hasn’t done a single bad thing in the two seasons I have watched(don’t tell me about season 3 I will catch up eventually). I think the closest to bad was when she wanted to be John’s mistress but that was for love and easily forgiven. Sure she carried a corpse one time but that was in service of somebody she cared about and basically I dislike perfect characters.

Nobody wants to about nice Nancy all the livelong day. The best characters should be like raw diamonds. chipped and flawed but with so many facets.

I like my bad characters to be just as layered. Give me the perfect hero who just happens to kick puppies in his spare time and the villain who is so nefarious but happens to love puppies! they can go to war over their puppy related values for all I care but the best characters are full of contradictions. They should be unexpected and not easily categorized.

Like this guy: 

Developing Characters

Love like Literature

(Sorry its been so long… have a poem)

I thought our love was like literature

Every word we spoke was poetry

I thought your eyes wrote sonnets and your lips spelled them out

The lines of your hair lay like pages and your chin was a soliloquey

The space separating you from me filled with letters and longing

Our reaching hands told gripping tales

But eventually the book was shut

Then shelved

Now I see there were no words

No rhymes, no pages

No beautiful sounds that carried so many meanings

Instead it was just you and I

With nothing between us but air

(The first line is kinda lifted from Parades End. The poem came when I wanted her to end the second line with poetry and she didn’t so a poem happened instead)

Little Mary Lou- A Poem

Little Mary Lou was born to the sound of screaming
She grew up warm and loved
and then one day, it all changed
Families were broken, tears were shed
and Little Mary Lou fell through the cracks.

Others laughed and played, kept screaming, kept crying
“Can I come out?” asked Little Mary Lou
“No Mary Lou, we don’t like you.”
And so Little Mary Lou stayed beneath the cracks.

Others went out, made friends, learned and grew.
“Can I come out?” asked Little Mary Lou
“No Mary Lou, we don’t have time for you.”
And so Mary Lou slept beneath the cracks.

Others developed and changed, felt new emotions, saw new sights
“Can I come out?” asked Little Mary Lou
“No Mary Lou, we’re too busy for you.”
And so Little Mary Lou lived beneath the cracks.

Others made choices, decisions, plans.
“Can I come out?” asked Little Mary Lou
“No Mary Lou, we don’t have room for you.”
And so Little Mary Lou was forgotten beneath the cracks

Others aged and felt satisfied with their lives.
“Can I come out?” asked Little Mary Lou
“No Mary Lou, we’re too tired for you.”
And so Little Mary Lou died beneath the cracks