Creative Juices (that sounds gross)

I just spent the past three hours playing the guitar, which I haven't picked up in months! My typing is the finger version of a limp. The tips of the index, middle and ring fingers of my left hand are bright red. You see, I discovered that the chords to pretty much any song ever written are available on the internet and when you don't know a chord, you can look that up too! I decided not to fret (ha ha) about the fact that my own songs are lame at this point; don't you learn an art by copying the masters? I will keep writing anyway, in case there is something of value hidden in there somewhere. My goal is to find myself singing and playing around a campfire sometime in the near future. I had almost decided that the guitar didn't need to come on my trip, but now it's gonna ride shotgun!
Given my renewed love for the guitar and the fact that my only other ambitions at the moment are to paint and write, I think I should research California artist colonies!