Sometimes I feel out of place here in my home town. The people around me don’t seem to understand my need to create. They look at my altered books like I’m nuts. They tell they’d never have time to keep a journal(and I could rant on that one for hours because they have time to spend two hours in front of a tv, don’t they?) So where are all the creative people hiding? I read online about meetup and writing groups and journaling groups and I’m so envious.

Maybe if I hung a sign in my my yard, like this fancy Address Plaque, advertising for creative friends I’d find some then? Probably not. The neighbors would chalk it up to the eccentric daycare lady who’s always home and will probably some day have 5 cats and talk to her plants in the back yard.
It worked well for Emily Carr, and she had a monkey, too. And a spinning wheel. And I do love to spin my own fiber for my art.
But that’s o.k. At least I’ll have a record of my craziness in my journals and art and maybe I’ll teach my cats to journal too. (If it wasn’t for the fact that I’m allergic to cats.) But I’d have garden journaling, for the plants. That’s something.
Creative People Need Only Apply
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