I am not in the studio today. Last Friday I finished up four new pieces which have yet to be named and photographed. As usual, the naming is difficult.
I spent this morning cruising blogs, cursing the computer, staring at the ceiling, and email whining to my oldest (not age-wise, of course) blogging friend Paula. Paula and I have done lots of bitching and complaining through emails. I do appreciate her putting up with me. We have been able to complain together about sales and dozens of other things I do not want to reveal here. Like me, Paula is a self-taught artist. Unlike me, Paula is a self-taught marketer. When I tend to put my head down and whimper, Paula is resourceful and full of grit (that is a good thing). She has put in a lot of time and effort to get me going. And it takes a lot to get me going. Paula is my own personal Wise Woman.
I do my best not to whine on my blog, although I know it still comes through at times. And then, sometimes I rant. Lately, it seems I have been a little quieter. I’ve been overwhelmed at marketing myself and underwhelmed with the marketing options. I have to calm down, gather my work and wits about me and get going. Soon.
Anyway, onto eating, praying, and loving. . .
When I read an artist’s blog, I like to learn as much as possible about that person, including what books they are reading. Well, one very popular book seems to be Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. For some reason, I would always dismiss this book by thinking, “well if everyone is reading it, I don’t want to read it.” Makes sense, right? I told myself today, if I found one more reference to it, I would buy it. I found one more.
I had to go to Target again this morning. I had a request from my daughter for kids’ gardening gloves and Magic Markers that were not all dried out. How could I not comply with a request like that? So there in a display at the end of the aisle was that darn book. I bought it. And now I’ve got to read it.
I’m usually the one who poopoos what everyone else is doing. I usually don’t care. Sometimes I even roll my eyes. Those who recommend this book seem to be nice, sweet, loving, “Zen”, wholesome women. If I hang out with anyone, it is usually the surly, sarcastic, cussin’ crowd. But I do look over enviously at those sweet, loving, wholesome women who seem to be having a good time together.
We’ll see how well this book sets with me. I’m probably not going into it with the best of attitudes. Although I do love eating. Can’t cook worth a darn, though. As far as praying, I don’t look up to a higher power who is capable of guiding us. I do believe in this power in each of us, just not outside of us. And love, well love is good. I could live without eating anything but raisins, but I couldn’t live without love.
So, wish me luck on this adventure. See if I’m a changed person at the end. If I don’t mention this book again, well, you’ll know that I’m off reading something dark, scary and sarcastic.
Anyone else read this book that didn’t admit to it already?