“You know… If Typist didn’t take us to The Well Within Workshop back in August… We’d be missing out on a lot of joy.” Calliope swished her brush in a cup of dirty water before dabbing it on a paper towel. “Watercolors are fun!”
“And! The creativity we experienced with Mary Ellen has spilled over into a story that will be part of Flourishing Fictions. I’m so jazzed about finishing our next book!” Thalia explored a mix of green and blue splotches and found the resulting shade of teal suited her cheerful mood.
“Working with her hands… Typist pushes me right out of her head!” The Muse of Determination rested her chin on her fists. “I’m using that time to nap… It’s almost as delicious as a slice of amaretto cheesecake.”
“When trying something new… fear can ride along… We say hello. Fasten its seatbelt. Tell fear that its analysis is welcome after a toe — or brush — has been dipped and taken for a spin. But let’s not allow the emotion to keep us standing still, eh?” Cal asked.
“Are you calling me Fear?” asked Nia.
“Hmmm.” Cal scratched her neck. “I hadn’t thought of it that way. Perhaps. Can I hand you a brush? And a piece of watercolor paper? Lions, and tigers, and… FYI… pine trees are the easiest things to paint!”
Click on that sentence?! The bees in my noggin are already buzzing away. It could be a swarm of murder hornets entering the hive!! (Note: I mostly identify with the bees at the moment.) I always liked FEAR used as an acronym: False Evidence Appearing Real. And no murder hornets, just Izzie scratching her ear with her hind foot! "Hey Cal, please pass a piece of watercolor paper! Hold the lions and tigers."