Currently reading:  still slogging through LBJ and the Path to Power.  Still a good book. I am also rereading The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron

So I restarted my Artist’s Way curriculum today.  The author, Julia Cameron requires two tasks be done.  No negotiations. That is the morning pages (3 page journal freewrite) and the weekly artist date.

So I sat at the kitchen table and wrote.  My anxiety going up and down in waves along with the clenching of my chest.  I am at a point where I need guidance or direction or something.  Maybe none of that.  I just need to instill some kind of routine and ritual for just me.

I took myself out on an artist date to the local used bookstore and thrift shop.  However, this time I found myself  not intrigued, enlightened, or entertainment by their massive collection.  I felt a little overwhelmed.  So many choices and topics.  I stared mindlessly at the huge women’s studies section then found two books on male specific psychology and grabbed those.

I wandered through the rest of the store and found a little art piece for a buck 99.  It was a sketch of a man, hands in pockets, slouching,  titled, “The Bystander.”  I walked away from it but like the cliche it spoke to me.  I bought it.

Home now, ready to get back to work on the book.  More transcribing to get through.  Working on the book gives peace and order to my tumultuous days. Days when I find it difficult to relax, or feel too lazy, or whatever thing.  It sets me back in my rightful place.  A working writer.

Off to go find something to munch on and get back to work.