All the years I had artists and copywriters working for me, I would note to anyone who asked that I didn't have a creative bone in my body. I was in awe of the artists and their work. [Yes, I do consider graphic designers to be artists. Who wouldn't?]
I've got a sister who is a writer. In fact, her first book has just come out. I'll be waxing eloquently about it once I finally get my copies and get to read it from cover-to-cover. You want to learn a tad about it now? Link over to the site the publisher created for it and wander around. Read about The Last Crusaders. Hell, buy your young reader -- not the very young, but that category "young reader" -- a copy. Or two. Aunt Ginny has to pay for my kids' college educations, donchaknow.
[See, now I feel I should be talking all about the book, just by the mere mention of it. I can't tell you how amazed I am that someone I know has the talent and tenacity to do this. But I've committed to waiting until I've read it. So. Let me end with this on that: she's skinnier and smarter and prettier, as I always say about her, and now she's actually got a book out that can be bought. Bitch.]
Then there's Lori, an amazing and creative artist. You can see her work on her own site, Lori Krein Studios. I do believe I am one of her earliest paying followers, having purchased one of her collages nearly a decade ago. She does magnificent stuff. And she teaches others to do it. And she has a local TV show about her work and how it's done.
Not that long ago, she also helped a fellow artist with her "living" mural. I've snatched a picture from the site. You can read all about it here.
Thank God I'm not the jealous type. It goes well with being the non-creative type surrounded by writers and artists.
[Photo courtesy Mission Local.]