|"Now" by Clara Fialho"|
Nothing like starting a studio day with a little sunshine. thanks Clara!
I want to finish off those postcards on the machine, but first, I have to find it under an avalanche of crapola but I'm not going to let housekeeping deter a little creative time. The other day a friend of ours who organizes estate sales gifted me with a large bag of really fine table linens, mosly vintage damask napkins. "Smallish" I sighed as I started going through them but after the wash and dry it occurred to me that lots of small things seamed together could create a grand grid, a starting place for whatever comes next.
I've been spending an hour or more each morning writing and it feels as if I have been working my way down inside a nautilus shell, almost claustrophobic with the isolation of the activity. Writers really can't just hang a work in progress on the design wall for all to have a look at; editing and rewriting are essential steps. It looks like you have to be a little bit crazy to be a writer and if you're not when you start, you probably will be once you get into it. Today I will get out of my own head for a while.