All of this contented bliss comes after eight freaking days trying to import my Typepad blog over here. Egads! What a headache! For days on end. Lots of frustration. And I still can't make it happen.
So, for giggles, I tried importing my Typepad blog to a Wordpress blog. You know, just to see how big a moron I really am. And guess what? It worked! I was doing it right! So, you can also see my archives over here. But not here. Nope. Not on Blogger. I mean...really? Come on, people. You're powered by Google. Get it together!
And then, today? I realized something. I checked out on January 7th to re-group and re-focus and find a balance and learn to breathe again. What I really meant, I think, was start over. Begin again. Clean the slate.
So. That's what I'm doing. I'm okay with not being able to import my old stuff. If you'd like to see it, it's over here. And here. But now? I'm moving forward.
I've been feeling creatively bedraggled since the holiday show blitz. Can't find my mojo. Started painting, only to paint over what I've started. Started stitching, only to rip those stitches out. I just couldn't get it going. Ever have those days. That turn into weeks? Sad. Sad, sad, sad.
Nothing for it, really, but just to step away from the studio. That's right. Get out of there! Mm-hmm. That lasted about six hours. Long enough to see a movie with my girl, feed the dog, and load the dishwasher. And although the muse wasn't exactly singing my song or calling my name, my little room under the eaves was a MESS! Stuff thrown on piles thrown on stuff during the holiday show schedule. Maybe what I really needed was a purge-fest. Out with the old, in with the new. Clear out the cobwebs yada yada yada.
Can I get an amen and hallelujah, puh-leeze??!!
Now. Of course. Nothing is finished, per se. A lot of wip's. But, that's what tomorrow is for. Tomorrow is another day.