After school, when I chose to get off the interstate due to heavy traffic, I would often stop in at Mud Puddle Pottery, in Pegram, about half-way home. In the back, people were creating. How I wished that I could be back there, too.
Now, years later, I am! I belong to a weekly group of potters. It feeds me, for sure. Writing is a solitary profession. I could go on for weeks and weeks and not care if I saw anyone, so it is healthy for me to get out once in a while. I am making art friends.