Let’s make this a typical blog and apologize for not writing more often, and offering excuses. The past month has been a nor’easter of emotions. As the winds howl and push against our bodies to stay indoors, my emotions have left me weathered. The rawness of the vulnerability combined with the generosity of strangers, family and friends have wetted my cheeks as the ice and snow and freezing rain affected the roads. Slippery, sloppy, and insecure. But necessary. And of course, I will certainly write on that more when my fluidity of emotions become solid enough for me to not fall into them.
I recently purchased a copy of the Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron, which if you are a creative type person, you’ve likely heard about ad nauseum for much of your life. It’s 25 years old now, so for some, that’s very well possible. It had been recommended to me repeatedly and I had looked through the book as early as 2002 when I worked in a bookstore in 2002. Of course, being a staunch denier of any level of real skill, I would tell myself to lay it back on the shelf. For me (also a staunch cheap-skate), it means a lot when I actually get to the check-out with a purchase. In other words, it was a huge step for ‘The Creative’ in me.
It’s laid out in a 12 Week program with a weekly reading task, and specific tasks, added to the general weekly expectation of an ‘Artist’s Date’ and the daily ‘Artist’s Pages’. Three pages, in fact. I’m used to writing a page a day through journaling, or attempts to write X-number of words a day on a novel (which sits untouched for months at a time these days). Three pages of hand written script though. That’s truly a task.
Well, firstly, I’m getting my writer’s callous back.
Callous’ aside, I think the intention is to put out a string of consciousness that is random, and jumpy and not at all skillful. Today was Day Five, and let me just say, I’m actually putting out decent writing. I know that perhaps this is the ‘wrong thing’ to say. But could it be that when I allow the writer out, whom I’ve affectionately called ‘The Lady Beast’, she makes sense of my conscious and is able to put it together in a way that wouldn’t have normally made sense for me. So my writing has improved.
I have tried for a number of years, and I would guess thousands of dollars, to become a skilled visual artists. Oil paints, acrylic, water, coloured pencils, pastels, and all the accessories to go with it. To say I was easily discouraged is an understatement.
Within an hour of writing my first pages, there was a visualization that seemed to be the only thing in my foresight. When describing it to an artist friend of mine, I couldn’t explain it well enough so tried to rough sketch it so that she could sketch it. In the meantime, I did a much better job of it than I could expect someone else to do that wasn’t staring at the image with me.
Anyway. Miracles are not expected. But I’m excited to be on the journey – no matter if I wind up at any specific destination.
(P.S.) If anyone has any idea how I can put paragraphs into my WordPress blog, please send me a message.