I’ve been reading this blog by somebody I know from my knitting adventures. She hadn’t written for a while, but then at the end of December she started writing again. She writes about not writing, and about life. Mostly about life. And about how life gets in the way of making, writing.
It is inspiring. And humbling, very humbling. I sit in my (our!) studio, reading her blog, and daydreaming about writing like that. Writing openly about what’s on my mind, in my heart. That’s so very brave. I mean, somebody could read it! And then there is the Internet Archive and stuff. Sigh.