Once upon a time, Lisa and Adrienne worked for the same alternative newsweekly. Now, both spend their respective days mining their creative souls and leading hermit-like lives. And so an idea was hatched. Every week, one would send the other a sketch - either in illustration or word form - and the other would make a companion sketch. The result would be posted on both their blogs every week, just for grins. Even if the result isn't award-worthy, the exercise might make both minds more nimble. Hopefully.
Ideas are like leashed butterflies, she said. And I could see what she meant.
But I still felt bad about keeping them tethered, by my inarticulateness, my laziness, my faults. I can only see the ones that I didn’t pay enough attention to. Those are the ones I drag around behind me, dun-colored and ragged.
Focus instead on the ones still vibrant and flying, she said. Figure out how to let those fly free.
Now, she said, didn’t you say something about pie?
Text ©Adrienne Martini; illustration ©Lisa Horstman. Until the end of time. Or something.