Well, perhaps I will do a bit of writing.
My stats are way
down. This may, of course, be seasonal — or not. I know what I should
do about it: network. Visit lots of sites. Comment. Actually I often
visit (though rarely comment) anyway.
The thing is, I’m
feeling unusually introverted lately. This too may be seasonal. It may
be sadness; my dear friend Abigail has returned to England after far
too brief a visit. And of course the sky is grey, the days are brief, dreams are bewildering.
Today, as I surfed about the web, I found, at paper napkin, the solution (or a path, anyway): a group of folks are blogging Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way. This
book has been on my bedside table for — well, years. I have dipped
into it off and on, and done some of the exercises, off and on. Time to
dust it off. I mean that literally.
I’m late (they started last week) but it’s suitable, I think, for my current state of mind. I’m also playing with Danny Gregory’s The Creative License and reading Crossing to Avalon by Jean Shinoda Bolen,
another book that has been on the shelf so long its pages have
yellowed. This is a nice mix, and doing The Artist’s Way with others
may give me some structure and support as I stumble through winter’s
unconsciousness.
So stay tuned. Who knows what may appear here in the next few weeks.
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