I visited my blog tonight only to find that the banner is missing. I don't usually think about it unless something isn't working, but what if one day I woke up and my blog was gone? Poof! That would be sad, indeed. So to guard against such significant loss I occasionally back up what I've written in Word documents. What surprises me most is that I've written 70 pages worth of material since mid-April. Good or not--that's a lot of words.
On another note, I went to my studio today to start a new painting. It was when I looked at the bare canvas that I realized that I don't actually have the skill to paint the images in my head. Some days I am amazed by just how much I have to learn. I never started the painting. Instead, I taped down a piece of paper, made doodles in black ink and then covered it in oil pastel, smearing it around until I felt my body finally relax.
The master piece will have to wait--I'm in transition--a weird state of being between trying to figure it all out and letting it go.
I'll go back tomorrow.