Maybe now

I've had the nagging feeling for about two or three weeks now that I
need to get a journal going again (my "little book" as a friend used to
call it disgustedly!) and that I need to start drawing and in particular
painting. I've actually never painted and only drawn in college back
when I started as a design major. Back then I didn't trust myself to
make art right out of my body so I tried to hide in things like
photography: I hoped the image would make some sense on its own and I
wouldn't have to actually create anything. The whole thing freaked me
out so much that I switched to writing. I guess it's taken this long
for me to get comfortable.