I first heard of The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron somewhere around 2007. Several musician friends said this book was a profound, life-changing experience. They weren’t kidding. My life profoundly changed… for about two and a half chapters, and then I got distracted. I’ve tried reading it many times since
We got home from a trip to Germany on Thursday. My mind is a whirlwind because there’s so much I’d love to share, but don’t know where to start. I learned a lot on this trip, both personally and professionally. I want to go through these things one by one,
I finally used my drawing pencils. It’s a great feeling! I need to buy a sharpener. After watching a tutorial, I sketched my Saja eraser. And then I sketched Omi while looking at a photograph for reference. hehe. I don’t think Omi was very impressed. hahahaha! Yay! I’m excited about
There’s an app called iFont Maker for iOS. I bought it years ago and played around with it, never quite knowing what to use it for. Until now. The app interface is simple with letter guides that you can write over to create your own unique font. On my first
In 5th grade, I invented a secret code so that no one would ever be able to read my diary.
My friend Tommy shared a piece of art that I immediately felt a strong connection to.
For years, I’ve searched for a way to track how I spend my time. I have a wandering mind and as an independent, freelance musician that works from home, days can disappear if I’m not careful. I tried using a hourly planner, coloring blocks of time per activity. Promptly forgotten.
Once again, you made me laugh out loud, Cony! hahaha! Thank you for taking the time to capture this moment. You are so talented. Drawing #goals. Teach me, Master! hahahaha! Big, big hug!
My sister recommended I read this book. I loved it! It was wonderful to discover this new genre of “Cozy Mysteries.” And what is a cozy mystery, you ask? Well… Wikikpedia defines it as books where “the crimes and detection take place in a small, socially intimate community.” Also violence
Before you begin reading this story, please know… it won’t make sense. It never has, it never will. But it happened. In 3rd grade, I somehow realized that eraser crumbs were fun to play with. Not the dirty, used crumbs… but clean ones, using the eraser on a blank piece
