Daily Archives: October 3, 2013

Calling

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One absolute truth that has grieved me for most of my life is this: When I have projects underway that cannot be set aside or  deadlines close approaching, I will get an irresistible urge to start something else.

I’m not normally big on housework. I can easily convince myself that floors can wait, that closets and drawers and anything unseen can be put off, that it’s really not a good day to do windows…

Unless I have a bit of writing due, in which case I will decide that the floors have gone too long without a good scrubbing, that the closet must absolutely be organized today, and that maybe – while I’m at it, I should paint the shelf and put new hooks on the inside of the door…

Until I’m in such a mess that there is no turning back, but then the new hooks will plant the idea of a new hat and in the blink of an eye I’m going through yarn and patterns and half-finished crochet projects…

But I am quickly discouraged that it goes too slow when I – after all – have other things that are much more important, that are being neglected…in the garden, for instance. So off I’ll go to dead-head and weed and prune with a vengeance…

Then I’ll get such gigantic inspiration for an art project that it would be a sin to ignore it and I tell myself that I must paint…

But then maybe a single hunger pang interrupts, and I think, “Why not make soup? How nice to have soup bubbling on the stove while I work. With soup, why not bread? Soup simmering and bread rising…” and before I can talk myself out of it I have cleaned the paint from my fingernails and am surrounded by carrot and onion peelings…

Such is my life.

So today, with my half-day of work in town done, my meeting finished, web seminar completed…I have an hour or two of extra time.

I could devote it to housework, what with company coming in a week.

I could spend the time in the garden; there’s plenty to do there. It’s a bit drizzly, though.

It would, in fact, be a nice day for soup.

Four large paintings are in progress in the studio. Sixteen small collages could use final touches, and yet…my printing press is calling, to send me in an entirely new direction.