Nothing To Say

I hate when I wake up in the morning to write and I know I have absolutely nothing of value or interest to share about the prior day or the one about to happen. I know that I will still down to write anyway and that as I do I will blather on about whatever comes into my head while I write. I do this because writing is my routine. I do it because it is what I have done for nearly three years now and the offloading of my thoughts is cathartic. I do it so that I do not have to blather on to my husband about lace and etsy and all the other things that one might call me obsessive about. Of course I also do it because there are a few people gracious enough to be my sounding board even when I have nothing interesting to say.

Speaking of gracious people, thank you so much for all the finger injury suggestions. It finally healed to the point where I can paint on some liquid bandage and work without it bothering me. Though after I remade a couple of pieces yesterday, I opted to work on a few extra Wunderkammer features instead. I figured that with my visitor here it would be more polite to tat and look up while talking than to stick my face in my computer to get those done. I got all but Friday's feature scheduled so I'm crossing my fingers that I don't end up with too many sold items between now and when they post.

So that's about all I suppose. I will try to get caught up on pieces that need remaking, but I doubt I'll have the creative space to work on anything new. I would really like to at least finish up the shoulder jewelry concept piece, but I fear that the break from it did not revitalize my energy for it, but rather convinced me that it was ultimately going to fail. Of course I won't know that for certain until I finish it, so eventually I'll have to suck it up and get back to it. And there you have it, three paragraphs and nothing to say.