Books: Publishing, Reading, Writing
When I was a kid, we spent our summers at the family cottage, north of Toronto. Two entire months to amuse ourselves – preferably, according to my mother, out-of-doors. But there were often rainy days we’d be forced to spend inside, and one of the “hobbies” I got into was Paint-By-Numbers. My parents would buy a kit and I’d create a work of art (in my mother’s eyes only, of course) that would then be framed to hang on a nail. But eventually, over the years, that painting would either fall behind the furniture, or be replaced by a genuine work of art. I prided myself on those “paintings” because I managed to keep inside the lines and always used the recommended colours of paint.
So much for encouraging any creativity or originality.
Now that I’m writing and publishing, I’m very glad that no one has ever come up with…
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Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 
Thank you so much for reblogging!
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