If I can't be a dragon-whisperer, can I at least befriend a talking dog?
I've started my drawing class. Drawing is proving much more emotional than I expected. I'm swamped with anxiety whenever I pick up my pen or even think about picking it up. I keep drawing shaky lines because my hand is quivering. I don't know where this fear is coming from. I hope I can work... Continue Reading →
A few weeks ago, I found out about Sketchbook Skool's online drawing lessons taught by artists I know from my collection of art journaling books. I can spend hours gazing at the pictures in these books, loving how someone has captured a moment or place or person in their lives. I find myself longing to do... Continue Reading →
Every year around January, I get the itch to start an art journal. More than just a sketchbook, art journals often include writing and collage work. Maybe I'm just attracted to the format -- it's a book! -- or maybe I hear art journals calling because they are my next big art form. Whatever the... Continue Reading →
Now that my draft of Rapunzel is finished, tidy, and put away to rest, I'm trying to decide which of my other books to work on next. Something I was really looking forward to — re-reading my drafts and picking my next writing project — is turning out to be an unsettling process. Instead of being excited,... Continue Reading →
This time last year I was struggling to decide if I was willing to make a dramatic change to my diet for health reasons. After 23 years as a vegetarian, I was considering eating meat. I'd been getting signals from my body and from health professionals that this was a change I should make, but... Continue Reading →
