Not New Year’s Resolutions nor Solstice Resolutions nor Mother’s Day Resolutions. Just some Creativity Resolutions.
The first one comes due next Saturday. My first Art Show of the Season.
Am I ready? Is anyone ever ready for their next step into the world of creativity?
Making Angel Tears is one thing. Painting plates is one thing. Crocheting hangers on kitchen towels is one thing.
Showing them to the public is another.
I keep telling myself I’m too old for this $hit. That to be afraid of who I am at nearly 70 years old is ridiculous. I mean, how can I be any more off-center than I already am?
So anyway, my first art show is this Saturday. I’m doing the final count, the final packing, the final polishing. I swore I’d be done way before this weekend, but guest what — life got in the way.
Good and Bad.
So I’m taking my wares and my gauzy summer dress and my hat with lots of strings of tears that didn’t turn out so I wrapped them around the band and a new sparkly tablecloth and making my way up north. I’m going to play some instrumental medieval tavern music softly in the background and hang up my sparklers and do what I was born to do.
I’m going to talk about Tears and Art Fairs and friends who are crafters. I am going to watch sparkles across the pavement and sneak away during the slow time and check out the other artists who are hanging around and down the main street with me.
Once I get back I hope to start working on my second Creative Resolution.
Offer one of my earliest books for free on my website.
Why not? I can’t share the magic if I don’t share the magic. I’m not up to making money on my writing — I just want to share (what I think) is some great writing.
Next I’m going to do some research and send out some of my short stories and poetry to publications and see if anyone is interested in a woman who is forever driving through a cornfield or someone who is chatting on their computer with someone who may or may not be right in their vicinity or a little girl who made friends with a dwarf.
If I sit in the background for the rest of my life that’s where I will be when I pass on to the next level.
In the background.
And I will not have shared my excitement about my world and my craft and creativity and the beauty of love and life to anyone.
What a shame that would be.