Painting The Fence

I complained the other day about the challanges with writing. Said something like "It's not like doing boring chores, which you know how to do. Writing requires inspiration! And if you don't have it you might as well do something else." This is not entirely true. I have an analysis to write, and I kept waiting for the bright thoughts and enthusiasm to emerge. They didn't but I still have to write the #¤%&?* thing. But you see, I realize I have a bucket of words. I have my pencil-like brush, and there's a screen to fill. It's like any other tedious job - just have to roll up my sleeves and get on with it. I can do this. Painting pictures I can do in my spare time.