I've been reading a perfect summer book, Deborah Harkness' Shadow of Night, sequel to last year's Discovery of Witches. Fantasy romance based on a solid foundation of historical scholarship.
I've pulled out the sketch pad, watercolours, and even tried playing around a bit with the Speedball nibs and a bottle of ink -- you can see I haven't got control of the ink yet, but I'm having fun. The watercolour sketches above are the start of a plan to do a quick drawing every day . . . but you see, there I go, setting myself tasks already, even when I'm supposed to be playing. So we'll keep it light, maybe skip a day or two.
And while we'd never want to rely on alcohol to help us relax, a rosy-coloured, bubbly Kir Royale is an invitation to kick back as well as a reminder of Paris, a sidewalk table in Belleville.
What I'm loving about stubbornly sticking to indolence is that I sense the incipient boredom which inevitably leads to puttering, the puttering which so often leads to creative play. The Muse needs stoking, but she often needs a stealthy stoking, a sideways approach. Little amusements, like figuring out how to use PicMonkey for a collage after reading about it on Lorrie's lovely blog. . .
As a wise and talented woman says over here, in a great post on creativity at A Bloomsbury Life, when you let go and create something, lots of good things happen: