One of the few benefits (or downsides, depending on how you look at it) of being furloughed for a month was I spent a lot of time on the internet. In my wanderings, which were mostly on book or book-related sites (of course), I found the Brooklyn Art Library‘s Sketchbook Project.
Along with my great affinity for obsession with pens and all accessories that go with pens (including inks, paper, journals, wax seals), I love to write.
No big secret there. I’ve talked often about writing (NaNoWriMo anyone?). I journal (occasionally). Hey, I have to justify buying new journals somehow. And of course, I write blog posts. (Or at least I do when I’m not being a big slacker).
But there’s something magical about writing an old-fashioned, handwritten letter.
Today wasn’t a day that I fell down the rabbit hole (although I have had days that felt like that). No, today was more like when Alice cried after taking the “Drink Me” bottle:
“Come, there’s no use in crying like that!” said Alice to herself, rather sharply; “I advise you to leave off this minute!” She generally gave herself very good advice, (though she very seldom followed it).
And like Alice, I gave myself good advice, then didn’t follow it.
Monday, I posted about how I’m really not a slacker. I argued that even though I hadn’t been posting frequently, I wasn’t a slacker.
Well it’s not even Friday, and I have to retract the part about not being a slacker.
Here is what’s happened since Monday. Continue reading “Retracting My Previous “Not a Slacker” Post”
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