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Wednesday Again

It’s Wednesday. Even though it’s a new blog year, I’m pretty sure I’m going to want to keep blogging on Wednesdays. I reserve the right to change my mind, of course. It’s a new year, after all. I could switch to a different day. I could switch to just putting up a post whenever I feel like it. It’s my blog. It’s not as if I will be reported to the blog police if I go crazy and change my commitment.

The day may come when I change that commitment, but it is not this day. This day is Wednesday and I will publish a blog post. I have no idea whether I will make a new creative commitment for the new blog year. I’m still catching my breath from meeting the last one. It took a huge push in the last nineteen days but I managed to finish fifty plein air paintings before my blogiversary. Most of them are tiny, but there are fifty of them and I do get a kick out of looking at them and remembering where I was when I painted them.

If you’ve been following along, you know that was mostly my own yard, but I did actually drive to some local parks for some of them. I find I still need to work out logistics. I can get all my stuff out the door in one trip, but it takes me at least three to bring it all back in, when the canvases and brushes are wet. Maybe I’ll decide to work on that in my new blog year. I know I will keep painting.

It was fun to show off my paintings to my grandsons when they came over for birthday cake. I believe I heard the words, “Holy crap!” when they saw all my little canvases. They were impressed by the sheer number, of course, but they also admired my trees. My middle grandson has been particularly supportive of my efforts. He was the first person besides myself to own one of my paintings. I was honored when he asked. Sometimes it’s hard to know whether people are just being polite when they say they like my paintings but young children are notoriously honest. When he says he likes my work, I believe him.

The important thing, of course, is that I like my work. I do like it. I can see massive imperfections in all of my paintings, but I still like them. I can look at each one of them and see some tiny thing that works. It might just be one bit of light on the underside of a leaf and I might not even understand how I did it or why it works but it still gives me hope. It works. If I did it once, in a tiny way, there’s no reason I can’t learn to do it more and more, if I just keep painting.

I will keep painting. I have no idea what shape my new blog year will take, but I know that. I will keep painting.

Still Painting

I think it’s time to admit that I will not be joining my daughter in Camp NaNoWriMo this month. I just have too much going on and I can’t crank out the words as easily as my daughter can. She’s set a goal of fifty thousand words in the month of April and she already has nearly forty thousand. She will reach her goal. I will let this one pass me by and hope to get back on the bandwagon in July. That’s the next session of Camp NaNoWriMo and by then I will have survived the grueling tie-dye marathon that others call April and May.

So far, I am still managing to do a little bit of painting. While I was in North Carolina, I tried a small landscape. I did it from life, but I did not go out in the snow. I set up my paints on the windowsill of my sister’s cottage and painted what I could see out the window. I was excited about the unexpected snow but, of course, I had never tried to paint snow before. I don’t get too many chances to paint snow in Florida.

Windowsill set-up

Windowsill set-up

I’m proud of this little study because I successfully used my new scumbling brush to create texture on the trees. Look – I scumbled!
Scumbled trees

Scumbled trees

More recently, I’ve been adding to my series of itty bitty paintings of vegetables. Last week, I painted a red onion.


This week, I painted three different potatoes (red, russet and sweet) in a blue bowl.


These are not the only things I’ve worked on lately, but the others were studies that have not yet developed into anything I want to share. I get excited when I paint a decent potato and then I try things that are way beyond my skills. In times past, my unsuccessful attempts would have made me give up, but not now. I just keep telling myself that I’m a beginner and I have a lot to learn. Learning takes time. I am going to put in the time. I’ve made a commitment.

Last year, I didn’t publish a single blog post in April, May or June. In July, I committed to posting at least once a week and I haven’t missed a week since. Commitment makes a difference.


So I said I was going to blog at least once a week, but it did not occur to me to specify exactly what I meant by that. Did I mean a calendar week? If I did, I can satisfy my commitment by blogging any time this week, but if I meant that I would not let a whole week go by without blogging, I need to blog today. If I blog today, will that mean Wednesday is now blog day? I may not want Wednesday to be blog day. Friday was working pretty well for me. Who knows what will happen if I switch to Wednesday?

They’re my rules, of course. I should be able to be flexible. I should be able to give myself a special dispensation to blog on a Wednesday before a festival and on a Friday after I get back from a festival. That seems reasonable enough, but there’s still a voice in my head saying, “You said you would blog at least once a week. A week has gone by since you published your last post. You must blog today!”

I don’t think I’m ready to allow myself flexibility just yet. I need to be sure this is an established habit before I start fiddling with the rules. In this blog’s first year, I let three months go by with no entries at all. Three months! The blog was young then and I had not decided how often I wanted to post. Once I saw how easy it was to lose track of that much time, I knew I needed to make a commitment. I went ahead and said I would post at least once a week, and I haven’t missed a week since. The commitment matters.

Maybe I should remember that when I’m trying to find time to be creative in other ways.

I’ll have to think about that, but I’m not ready to add any new commitments to my schedule right now. I’m already up past my bedtime trying to keep the one I made about the blog, and I just realized that I have not received a reminder from WordPress in my e-mail yet and that means that WordPress is pretty sure I meant once per calendar week, not once every seven days. WordPress is nicer than my obsessive inner critic.