I realized once I started working on this post that I was chattier than I expected!  I only posted twice on the blog this week and twice last week, and I think I’m feeling that!  Writing and posting on this blog have been part of my creative process for over 15 years, and when I take that away, I miss the outlet.  It’s like when you haven’t called your mom or a friend you usually speak to regularly, and then have all sorts of catching up to do.  I’ve just had a lot of work to do behind the scenes, and have had to let my usual posting pattern slack a bit.  In a way, that’s a good thing, because I used to be unforgiving about missing a blog post, even when I was sick or on vacation.  On full, tiring, busy days, I would stay up just a little

This week started with the loss of power from a storm.  It wasn’t really the storm that knocked out the power, but the wall of wind that came right before the rain.  It took out trees, limbs, power poles, and made a general mess of our yard and pool.  Jeff had just finished cleaning up the curb, only to have it littered with leaves and branches again.  Such is life with six mature maple trees!  We put our generator to work to power the fridge (mostly for Calvin’s insulin) and to charge our electronics.  Thankfully, it wasn’t super hot or humid, so it ended up being a tolerable 24 hours or so.  We were all thankful when the lights flickered back on, though. It was a reminder of how easy it is to take modern conveniences for granted.   Here are my four things for this week:  More Van Gogh,

It’s been a full, exciting week.  I’ve been walking each morning, caring for the garden beds, working on commissioned paintings, packing prints, and recording some test audiobook samples for Move Slow and Make Things.  I’ve also been arranging some fun giveaways as we get closer to the launch, and this afternoon (Friday), I received my first advanced copy of the book!  As an author, there are few things as thrilling as receiving the first copy of a book, holding in your hands the work of over two years. The book is so beautiful.  I’ll take lots of pictures of it and overshare them like it’s a newborn baby. Here are my four things for this week:  Pigment Stories, bird watching, Wordsworth, and floundering.   what I’m reading I am making a final push to finish the Van Gogh Biography I’ve been working through for weeks.  Even after listening to it

I had an original art sale yesterday, so I spent the bulk of the day babysitting the sale (answering questions, managing presales, etc.) and packing paintings that sold.  I am always bubbling with nervous energy before a sale, so I channeled it into cleaning the house and doing small, mindless tasks, like sprinkling some of the shells I collected over Spring Break around the garden and patio.  I was thinking about nervous energy before an event like this as I flitted about, and it reminded me of my days in theatre.  Nerves weren’t something to be conquered; they weren’t discouraged.  They were embraced and redirected.  I learned that the performance often felt flat if I wasn’t a little jittery beforehand.  Obviously, an art sale isn’t a live performance, but the line of thinking led me to embrace the nervous energy as excitement and evidence that I’m doing work I really

It’s been a full week.  I was called for jury duty, so I didn’t know whether I would have a day of sitting at the courthouse or a normal workday until 4:30 pm the previous day.  I got ahead on blog posts and worked over the weekend to be ready in case I was selected for a trial.  Well, I never even had to set foot in the courthouse.  My number was never called, and then I was released yesterday evening.  I wouldn’t have minded serving, but it’s a busy month, so I was relieved when I received the news. We were also watching Rosa Jo while my parents were out of town, which meant I had extra chores to do.  She joined me on my morning walks, but she also likes an evening walk.  She is still a little skittish around Jeff, so she stuck close to me for