I spent last night at the Johnson Public House in Madison, Wisconsin, trying to get some writing done. I was stuck.
Espresso. Still stuck. Sparkling water. Still stuck. A few 3 Floyds wheat ales. Still stuck.
All the while, this wonderfully ginormous painting by Natalie Jo Wright was staring down at me.
Sadly, in my case anyway, nothing happened.
But today will be different. Any moment...