As summer approaches I think more about projects. Right now I have none, except buying various things and organizing my photography collection.
I have felt at a loss about my creative projects, because it seems like as soon as I call something a project, I don't do any more work on it. I haven't found more inspiration for The Summerhouse, my nonlinear fiction, and I have posted very reluctantly in Dark Virtue, my collection of darkly romantic images and text.
I have been reading Artful Blogging nearly every day. Having any specific blog would not suit me. Perhaps this is why I don't post in Dark Virtue.
There is another blog I have been writing more successfully, "A Fine and Private Place." This takes the title of a book by Peter S. Beagle. It combines with my idea that a fine and private place is necessarily sober, even dark, like a cemetery. Emphasis on "private." The access is controlled on my more confiding concepts and photos.
I have felt at a loss about my creative projects, because it seems like as soon as I call something a project, I don't do any more work on it. I haven't found more inspiration for The Summerhouse, my nonlinear fiction, and I have posted very reluctantly in Dark Virtue, my collection of darkly romantic images and text.
I have been reading Artful Blogging nearly every day. Having any specific blog would not suit me. Perhaps this is why I don't post in Dark Virtue.
There is another blog I have been writing more successfully, "A Fine and Private Place." This takes the title of a book by Peter S. Beagle. It combines with my idea that a fine and private place is necessarily sober, even dark, like a cemetery. Emphasis on "private." The access is controlled on my more confiding concepts and photos.