You'd think as a writer - someone who's been captivated by the idea of creating stories since I was ten years old [yes, that's a LONG time ago], when given a day relatively free of responsibilities, I would spend it feverishly writing.
You'd think that.
After a particularly grueling week at the day job [why did I go 'back to work' again? I forget], my brain needed some down time, so I conned my dear hubby [affectionately referred to usually as DH] into taking me to the craft store.
Here's what happened.
I started out by making myself a new pencil holder for my desk. I wooden box, some tiny sea shells and some cool fish stickers from the scrapbooking department. [Note: It's not a good idea to varnish over those paper scrapbooking stickers, then tend to curl wickedly when they dry.]
Then this happened:
This is a three-hole shadow box frame which I painted and added a bunch of the cool miniature stuff I've been storing since I used to make doll houses. I hate keeping all these neat little things tucked away in boxes in the closet, so I made myself a vignette. [Note: When affixing very tiny things using hot glue, use tweezers, as hot glue is both HOT and STICKY and not in a sexy way, and when it sticks to your fingers it hurts like HELL.]
Words written: Zero
Stress level: Zero.
What do you do when you should be writing?