(getting over the fear of starting and just doing what you love and working with the information you have) I’ve been blessed by being able to listen to podcasts or music all day at my workplace. Since I’m at work for more than half of my day, for years and years I’ve been stressed that … Continue reading How Do I Just… Start?
Let’s face it- writer's/artist’s block is inevitable. It gets in the way of our business, of our processes, of our plans for a more creative lifestyle. It can keep us ensnared for weeks, even months. It’s AWFUL. You already know all of this- of course you know all of this. It happens to everyone, and … Continue reading How to Beat the Bad Block
Being an artist of any type is unfair. It is working two full time jobs: it is finding a 9am-5pm, 40 hour a week job that will best allow you your creative freedom; it is working an eight hour shift just to go home and put in more hours either at the easel or keyboard. … Continue reading Being an Artist… | Motivational Monday
I've stumbled into an obsession with art journaling (which lead to an obsession with Washi Tape, can you tell?). Creating an art journal feels like so much less pressure than doing "actual art." Although, the topics I've dabbled in and thoughts I have discovered while art journaling are way better than in my other art; … Continue reading Art Journaling
Do you ever make plans and then they turn out completely different than expected? That's what happened to my best friend and I on Friday night. We planned to go to the club in downtown Ann Arbor, then walk around afterwards to play Pokemon. We ended up doing neither of those things; we ate at … Continue reading Petty Cabs in Ann Arbor
It is so impossible, as an introvert and as someone who struggles with anxiety and depression, to make plans with people in advanced. I never know how I'm going to wake up feeling- am I going to feel like staying in, doing crafts and reading in my room by myself, or will I actually be … Continue reading Introverts Existing With Extroverts
There is no other way for me to tell you “nobody’s home” than for me to turn it away from you and close my arms and tell you to find another one. Maybe I have to rent this home out to someone else before you stop knocking on my front door. (nobody else is allowed … Continue reading /3
I don’t know what feeling sure is like. You can tell me I don’t love you, and I won’t. I will question if I ever did- When just yesterday I kissed your eyelids and flowers grew there. I don’t know how to keep them alive but I grew them. I will do whatever you tell me, … Continue reading /2
I am not a regurgitator nor a reporter, but a writer. I don’t do anything I’ve done before. That is a lie. You are the 9-5 job I hate but can’t quit. I will chew you up and spit you out and chew you up again until eventually you’ll be someone I don’t recognize anymore.
I wanted to peel your skin, let it fall around me, cluttered in your dust, i was a gardner who wanted only to harvest us the freckles from your shoulders like dirt under my fingers, i try to plant you only to wither