...This weekend is the Western Washington SCBWI writer's and illustrator's conference!
...I'm not there. Sad! I hope none of my writing pals back home are reading my blog and everyone's there.
I think I've attended that conference for nearly a decade (hey, pat on the back for me -- that's what not giving up looks like). So it's kinda strange to be on the other side of the planet, feeling the results of three months taken off from my current work-in-progress while I prepped to move and while my studio stuff crossed the ocean in a big container ship.
But now, finally, and fortunately...
...My ship's come in! Literally.
So I'm calling out the marching bands in my heart because my stuff has arrived and I'm finally setting up my studio. Hooray!
And I'm super excited about it becauseI MISS MY ART!
Whew. I needed to get that out.
It's not that I haven't been doing anything worth while. In the past couple of months I have done amazing, fantastic and difficult things. I have:
- Visited my in-laws in their winter-wonderland of Upstate New York.
- Made my 87-year-old Grandma's dream come true by taking her on a cruise through the Panama Canal; we traveled together, her, my son and me.
- Kissed my beloved home, friends and family good-bye.
- flown across the ocean to Malaysia with my 3-year-old in tow and no one else to relieve me of Mommy duties until we arrived.
- Nursed my son back to health after a very scary week-long bout with Rotavirus (including a couple of nights/days in the hospital) when we first arrived.
- Been being Mommy, Mommy and more Mommy while my husband's been working around the clock and while I'm also trying to find childcare and figure out the ropes in an entirely new setting, city, country, building, temperature, world.
- And eaten glorious food.
So: good times. BUT! You know, to tell the truth, I just really long to be doing my work. Desperately so.
Ach, would you listen to that? That's the sound of an ungrateful wretch wretching. But so be it. (Still, note to self: go count 10 blessings before you turn into a whiner.)
"When I'm not doing something that comes deeply from me, I get bored. When I get bored I get distracted and when I get distracted, I become depressed. It's a natural resistance and it insures your integrity." -- Maria Irene Fornes
This quote isn't quite right, but it kinda captures what I'm talking about. Perhaps if you've ever felt pulled from something close to your heart, no matter how wonderful whatever is pulling you away is, you've felt it too.
For me it's my art beckoning.
The only cure is to get at it. That and a little dose of counting my blessings so as to not turn into a full-fledged whiny wretch. So here I go, to count my blessings and dive back into that pile of boxes.
And cheers to everyone at the conference this weekend!