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Back to Morning Pages

I have a love/hate relationship with Morning Pages, the Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way required daily 3 pages of brain dumping. They turn into a bitch-fest, which I really try to avoid so after a few weeks of consistant writing, I rip everything out of the journal and burn it. Or shred it.

Fact is I don’t want this stuff around after I’m dead for my family to read.

But sometimes “talking to myself on paper” makes sense. Maybe it’s Divine Guidance asking the questions, sometimes it’s easier to write than try to work things out in my head. I haven’t felt very creative lately. I draw and practice potraits from Sktchy muses but nothing is original. Nothing that I could feel comfortable selling, if that’s where it leads. It’s technique practice, which is great but I feel the need to get work done on a canvas, or watercolor paper. Something I can display or submit to a show.

I’ve been trying to do daily check ins on TikTok. I started following other artists in a #10KArtist movement. I don’t ever expect to have 10K followers. Right now 1000 seems unatainable. I don’t care about followers, I do crave connections.

That brings me back to my morning pages topic. I was thinking about few connections we have, and relying towards social media doesn’t feel like the answer. I’ve met some fun people online, and follow people I could easily hang out with or chat over coffee.

I don’t think I would rely on them if I was in a dire situation and needed help. Where do you find such connections?

Guess that will be something I work out in tomorrow’s morning pages.


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It’s too early to think of a title

I just finished my morning coffee and I’m thinking about things I have planned this weekend.  The writing group is meeting and another group is starting to work through The Artist’s Way.   My mind wandered to morning pages, blog posts and why do I write.  Do I really want to write?  I used to keep journals until I read through some of my mom’s when she passed.  I don’t want to leave daily rantings and bitching behind for my family to read and think “Wow, was she really this unhappy?”   I systematically started shredding mine, although there may still be a few left in my closet.  I need to shred those as well.

I guess I need to remember I’m NOT my mom.  But I’m probably more like her than I want to admit.

As I was pondering journals and posts, I realized I have 30 mins before I need to get ready for work – why not just write a blog post.   I grab my little Chromebook that is drying to bleed cyan and here I am.   I’m not sure where my train of thought was going.  It seemed like a good substantial post until I started typing.  Now I’m not sure what my point was.

I need more coffee but I’m out of creamer.  I haven’t yet developed a taste for black coffee.

I guess I can count this as a stream of thought writing, although it’s not in longhand in a spiral notebook.  I did have a point to make before I sat down to write. I should really work on drafts in Word before posting.