In a writing rut? Just write. Even if it doesn’t make sense, I swear it’ll somehow end up making sense. Even if it doesn’t. If that makes sense. It doesn’t have to be perfectly profound.
Just some digital doodles for you. Ok, I don’t know why I said “just” before that because there is something necessary about mindless scribbles nowadays: No expectations, just thoughts, or reworking old thoughts, and the
Well, I started off this quarantine with a bang: Motivated, pretty darn productive, super healthy, positive, and convinced I could teach Levi how to speak Spanish. Fast-forward to day 285, or whatever it is…and let’s
I’ve been meaning to sit down and write a deep, heartfelt poem about these past few months…and this is all I’ve got. But, it made me chuckle (my husband too, which says a lot), want
It’s hard to admit it, but I kind of hit a wall. Motivation and creative ideas – they’re there but not really. I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one. or at least hope I’m
It’s 12:06 am on a Friday night. I haven’t been able to sleep at all lately, and figured maybe if I just write a few things down it will clear out my mind to just
Ok, time for a little journal/writing exercise. This kind of stuff helps me get back into my groove, and sometimes the act of writing helps makes sense of things and ends up being quasi therapeutic.
Somehow last year ended, a decade said sayonara, this year started, and I didn’t wake up in 2020 as a new person with a new perspective on life, filled with lists of things I want
Stuff I’m working on: Creating more and consuming less. You know, just to get the juices going and see where it may lead. So yeah, stuff like this – technical doodles quickly made over a
So, I lost my iPencil, apple pencil, or whatever it’s called, which meant I quickly fell off of the sketching each day wagon. But, never fear, a new pencil was acquired (Cheaply. Yay refurbished eBay
Took a break. Mind is all over the place. Need to write. Oh yeah, it’s also Mental Health Awareness Day. Which means, time for one of my favorite writing exercises: 25 random thought therapy. So, here
I’m trying to figure out this weird season I’m in. Staying up late at night to write stuff like this helps. It truly does. La vie est belle. So are poems. Hopefully, someone out there
See this picture? I’ve been debating on posting it for almost two weeks. And the internal conversations I’ve had with myself over it are borderline hilarious, and also a bit pitiful. Not because I don’t
If I vanished for the past week, I promise there’s a good excuse. We are down in Costa Rica which meant unplugging, writing, reading, and just breathing. A lot. I was going to add more
I had a goal to make (or I guess I should say, scribble) one image like this a day, for 30 days. Well, I ended up with these five over the last few months. Baby