Stoop time
in which I speak from the front of Hobbit House, and Hali-dog makes her debut. Cool, right? I’m finding the process of multiple creative actions a bit challenging – thank goodness I’m embracing the whole ‘1000 pots’ strategy, eh?
in which I speak from the front of Hobbit House, and Hali-dog makes her debut. Cool, right? I’m finding the process of multiple creative actions a bit challenging – thank goodness I’m embracing the whole ‘1000 pots’ strategy, eh?
This effort is interesting – it’s the summation of decades of my internal voice now being expressed and captured. Shared, even. Scary stuff. So very odd. But as I noted today perhaps that’s because I’m learning to crawl. Crawling along the floor …
So, I did it. Totally not freaking out. Well, maybe a little. I suspect however that like a few other critical junctures in my life I’ll have few repercussions that are of the magnitude I fear. C’est la vie, eh? Now, there …
Sure – I can blog – words are not hard for me, and occasionally they’re pretty alright. Nearing ‘decent’ at times. Honest. This – this! – this is harder though. What am I doing? Creating? Like an artist? Naw … that’s not …