The Blank Page.

My best friend Leslie has the most wonderful blog here in blogger and I'm just absolutely copying her. I thrill to see her newest posts and photos, like the rest of her friends and family do. Well, today I went to her site to see what was new and she was talking about me! I sent her daughter a CD of "The Point" and Leslie was so happy. I just sat there grinning while I read about how that all went down. Then she asked me to help her remember the words of a song. A song that gets sung in my house, oh, probably monthly. "Put Another Log on the Fire." So I went to reply to her post, which I have never done before, and it asked me if I wanted to post anonymously, or join, or what. Holy cow. I'd like to join. I'm a joiner. So I signed up. Did all kinds of stuff today, thinking of my lists of favorite things, naming this blog, putting in my birthday, all that. I'm good at that. I have to organize that box of 64 crayon according to the colors, leaving black, brown and silver over at the front end there. Then I saw one of the people who commented on Leslie's post had a picture with his name. Oh no. Now I have to find a picture, put it online, all that. So then I go through the pictures on the computer. Now my OCD is really kicking in. I spent a couple hours organizing the pictures, don't you know. I know why they call it "creative juices". I feel creativity pass me, kind of like those crawling news tickers on TV, going along in my brain. But until a few days ago there was no juice to get it out of my head and into paints, paper, a journal or this blog now. I felt like I ran out of imagination. As if I already used it up at the office, which totally does not deserve the first part of my efforts. But I'm going to squeeze my brain, stick this time for writing into the vacuum of my day and see how this goes. Here's my dream: Go by the office to find it humming along and sit down at my desk and do those chief executive officer tasks that I hear they do. This would be after I've made breakfast and planned dinner, spent an hour or so doing chores around the house and worked on training my puppy. I'd come in, have some coffee, open my mail, sign some contracts, work on the websites (all while fabulously yet office-casual dressed of course). It's my opinion that Jill would like that, too. She could run the joint like she was put on this earth to do (after putting her own family first as well.) and does so well, much more thoughtfully and efficiently than I ever have. I'm just not an office person. But I do like being there. TT isn't there as often anymore, but it's excellent when she is. Whenever I would go to paint, color, draw, etc., I would use up half my time organizing my brushes and getting those colors in order. When it comes to writing, I'm excellent at buying blank journals and pens. Crafts? You should see the giant plastic box in the garage filled with materials waiting to become something that is, well, crafted. When the girls were little, we spent hours making all kinds of things. Now that they are both in high school, they have their own outlets for their imagination. Katie is taking art and she journals quite a lot at home. Or I see her writing stuff down in books. Maybe it's a manifesto. Stephanie is taking photography and cooking at school, plus I see her painting while sitting in a chair or on her bed. They both have very cute websites that take a lot of imagination, something I'm hoping to do with our business here very soon.