The birds are up early

I didn't lock myself away, and force myself to be creative. I walked past my room and saw my works, and was disappointed in myself. Why, I don't know. Issues. Instead I watched the Documentary Film Channel. I thought it was an intelligent thing to do, and a fair compromise. Though I know I should have been in the paint. Another great excuse is that I'm disliking my brushes right now. None of them are doing what I need. There's an easy rememdy for that, but I ignore it. Everything is in place, the paint, the canvas, my muse. But not myself. Tonight maybe.