Transparent Red by Carol Marine
October 5th was my friend Carol Marine's one-year anniversary. Well, in a way.
On October 5th of last year, she started painting one painting per day. Just amazing paintings of the things I like best--things around the house --flowers and fruit and wine and coffee cups. She says that she thinks she only painted 324 painting in the 365 days. ONLY. Dude, if I had been that faithful on my exercise program, I'd be
I really wanted to post something to recognize her heroic effort on the actual day of her anniversary but, as usual, I got distracted. I could use some of her discipline and structure, to say the least.
I go faithfully to her blog, and also to the blog of another artist who does a variation of the same thing.
Apple Orchard Amish Farm Fall Landscape for the Holidays by Heidi Malott.
Her name is Heidi Malott and she chooses some different subject matter and I think maybe her paintings are bigger.
I love both of these artists very much. And the development of their craft since they've been doing this daily devotional is really quite amazing.
Anyway, I'm fascinated by this idea of working at one's craft every single day. And not just working at one's craft but finishing something. Every. Single. Day. If I could harness this discipline and apply it to things in my life other than finishing a box of crackers, imagine the development of my craft as a... well, okay, let's say WRITER, just to be silly.
Granted, I have been blogging almost every single day since April 1, 2007. I have 175 posts in 191 days. But I've been thinking lately that the fact that I am such a prolific blogger is a bit overwhelming to my audience. Know what I mean? (Yeah, and by the way, thanks for telling me and all. I mean, I'm out here writing about my relationship with my UPS guy and y'all are standing right there saying, "Oh, gosh, Barb, that's just (yawn) fascinating but I gotta go. No really. Let go of my arm." You could have TOLD me. It's not like you'd have to SEE me crying or anything.)
So, anyway, I've been thinking about cutting back on the amount I blog to four or five times per week. What if on the other two or three days, I were to work on book chapters?
When my husband was teaching our oldest daughter to play poker (under the guise of practicing math skills) he knew I was listening and he kept throwing out all of these Harley Davidson-isms for my special entertainment. One that sticks with me is, "Do you want to run with the big dogs or just stay home on the porch?"
I hate it when I meet up with deep thoughts in the guise of an advertising slogan. Who knew that to run with the big dogs, you'd have to run (Paint? Write?) every single day?