Just pick up the damn brush

What is wrong with me??? I won't improve my monkey-paw like skills through osmosis of looking at other people's work. Tonight I picked up the damn brush because it's too hot to sleep or eat or read. Parked myself in the gross basement and found a photo of a lovely fishing spot where I don't catch fish. Painted. Painted over it. Painted some more. Juiced up the paint and loaded up the brush and didn't worry about exact color match (from garish to unreal). This is getting closer. Still more layers to put on and cover over and keep telling myself to quit fussing with the damn brush (Pine Creek in Pepin County). I used a softer brush tonight, the Princeton Snap! (the blue and green handled brush).