
Snow and winter came yesterday just when I thought it wouldn’t. Goes to show that I am not a reliable predictor. It’s January the 6th, the 6th day of the Ultimate Blog Challenge. I hope I have the stamina to go to the end. The excitement and bravado that comes at the beginning of any challenge is waning a little. I’m starting to get a little bored and thinking: What’s the point of this? What drivel I write!
So it is time to do a review. What is the point? The point is I was bored, feeling aimless. I am getting forgetful, my brain chaotic. I am a little worried about getting the big A(lzheimer). I can’t remember some of my relatives Chinese names. I know that it could be because I haven’t seen or talked about them for a long time. Still, I worry. There are other forgetfulness. A writing challenge is an exercise for my brain – finding words, making sentences and thoughts. Writing is a love I had dropped. It is a good time to pick up the letters, words and sentences to problem solve.
The first few days have been easy. Now starts the more difficult part. To make it easy, I have to come to the keyboard every day and tap away like a woodpecker. A woodpecker taps for food. I am, too, in a sense. I’m tapping for words to sustain my mind and soul. I don’t have to be brilliant but I do like to shine. For now it is satisfying just to be here talking. To succeed, I have to endure and learn to love boredom and monotony of staying to the end.

These days, it’s hard to bring out the paint and the words. Things do not flow but I still stutter, dab and poke along. A sentence is strung. A picture evolves. Some seeds are planted and some are ordered. I have learned to love this process of eking, drip dropping. I am not at a standstill. I am making progress like the tortoise. There is no need to rush. The finish line will come soon enough.
I’ve been obsessed with making art this past year, starting with a 100 day challenge of making art every day. Here’s my day 1. I went the whole 100 days, making little arts and then bigger ones. A year later, I’m taking some online classes. They have helped immensely. Now I can talk the talk and walk the walk. I’ve been just talking about my passion for 30 years or so.