The Weekend

It's hard to believe it, but this is the last official week of doing a Something An Anything for 30 days. Can it be true???

Last night the whole apartment went to sleep, but I lay there realizing that I hadn't done my flyer for the day. I had pulled the card, but hadn't done it. I kept thinking of all the pairs of glasses I had known in my life. If I could tell my life story by listing pairs of glasses. My mother's wine colored sunglasses, my uncle Tim's circle shaped pair, the yellow plastic ones that Mr. Potato wore in my Nursery School class...Then I remembered one of the first impressions I had of Graham, before I knew he was *GRAHAM*, before I knew that I was going to be OKAY, before EVERYTHING in my life that I know now happened. The narrative started scrolling in my mind and I thought, I better get up and do this! So I snuck off to the studio and made the picture with one lamp burning.

It's good feeling to be kept awake by a thing you want to get down. How often have I complained about blocks and boredom and DOLDRUMS? Now, the images are pushing me out of bed, turning on the lamp, and setting me to the page. If any of you have an inkling to do a creative act every day for 30 days, I HIGHLY recommend it.

It's almost National Novel Writing Month, you know...