Did you ever feel like every little thing had to be in place before you could even start?
Like the classic puppy, circling its mat in a little typhoon, before settling in and shutting its sleepdog eyes?
For me, it goes like this: The lacquered cherry nailpolish that looked so shiny and sweet when I manicured my hands (and by that I mean, slapped some polish on that I found in the bottom of the box of acrylic paints that I was cleaning out. Yes, you could say I have a form of ADD—Artists’ Dazzle Disorder!!—“Oh, I’m in the middle of FINALLY getting my paints in order…I should probably stop and polish my nails!”)…BUT I digress. I do that a lot. I think that may have been my intended name. Digress…Tigress? (Oh, someone please get my head out of the jungle of distraction that lays traps all around for Shiny! Polish-y! Ruby-colored!!...
As I was starting to begin to finally tell you, I’ve been hearing a sweet, insistent voice in my head saying the word Blog.
(But what will I sayyyyyy?)
(But I have to re-do my nails…I can’t type on my laptop about seizing the dazzle of life when my own nails look like the shabby walls of a dilapidated old falling down building, the remnants of a creative soul’s studio, painted lipkiss red and peeling!)
(But I can’t remember how to spell words like dilapidated!)
You. Are. Getting. On. The. Bus. To. Blogville, says the voice
(But my son plucked twelve key-faces off of my laptopp two years ago and every time I typpe the letter p, I have to ppress super hard and that will get on my nerves if I’m typping all the time. And I don't exactly love riding the bus.)
Okay--your limo to Blogville has arrived. Just start!
(But a little girl and a little boy are pretending to be dogs...in my house…fort-building, “let’s-eat-our-snack-from-the-kitchen-floor!” puppies.)
For the love of blog, would you just do it already?!
So here I am, writing into the Unknown, with my two dogs/not dogs, a dining table/studio full of paints and notebooks, (on which my broken-P laptopppp is perched ), with my little hand-painted, love-blessed journals and boxes and paintings that I intend on selling on my Etsy site (because that one hand-painted card is getting lonely!) …writing the first post on this blog to Somewhere. (hopefully a nail salon!)