I never meant to sound disparaging about "The 12 Secrets of Highly Creative Women". I really should give it its proper due and I will once I have turned the last page. I had to laugh at myself after I last posted about feeling inadequate as an artist because I don't put me high enough on my list (actually I do, but that's another story) of things to do. Later that night I got in the bath, one of my favorite places to read, and turned to the next chapter in the book - which is all about personal saboteurs. Well, well, well. Thank you very much, Universe. I guess I needed that.
Things are getting back to normal here, or as normal as they ever get. The next two days I can foresee having a good chunk of time in the studio. I really need that as any time I have scrounged during the last ten days or so, I seem to have given myself permission to make some really ugly art. I don't dare to share, for risk of breaking anyone's computer screen.
I'll leave with a picture of the epitome of happy, for me anyway.
Books I Read This Week 2018 – 3
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