Six years ago today I put up my first post to this blog. Because I have spent the day visiting my husband in the hospital instead of doing something creative, I have nothing to blog about. He fell over the weekend, looks like the loser in a prizefight, and will be going to rehab when he leaves the hospital. That's the whole story in a nutshell.
When I started blogging, I swore I would only write art-related posts. But then I discovered that it was difficult to separate life and art and that for me, it was not realistic. There are some who do it and have consistently thoughtful, interesting, art-focused blogs I love to read. Elizabeth Barton and Terry Jarrard-Dimond are the two who come to my mind without even having to think.
Then there are the legions of blogs I read where I feel I really know the writers and whose posts alternate between art-related and what's going on in their lives or on their minds apart from art. Terry Grant, Gerrie Congdon, Del Thomas, and Eva-Marie Nerling come to mind immediately, but there are many others I subscribe to and read as regularly as possible...sometimes playing catch-up.
I have been lucky enough to meet a number of the people whose blogs I read and it felt like meeting old friends. That's the amazing thing about this whole blogging thing. And even without having yet met in person, strong friendships develop with certain people. I suspect we all have experienced this.
So I will not feel guilty about blogging about nothing; about posting recipes and pictures of food or snow - or of my flooded basement or messy rooms. And I will not feel guilty about obnoxiously posting pictures of the almost one year old Miss Emma.
Time to make another cup of tea for the throat that is sore from talking to all of our children in the past two days. So I will leave you with this link back to where it all began...
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