That's me at the Writer's Retreat, amidst a complete creative standstill. And I look exactly the way I felt.
I've been having slow but steady progress as regards weaving, if I don't worry too much about selling, in the last few weeks. In fact, I have three quite exciting prospects I've either begun to participate in, or have had proposed to me, so I should be happier. And I am, as regards weaving.
I'm a little sad, though, that I've had to put my first love, writing, on the back burner for the last seven years, and sadder that I've disappointed my long-time mentor Joan. I don't travel back and forth between my "word world" and "visual world" very well, so I've needed to stay in the "visual" to concentrate on weaving. And to be honest, I don't know if I'll ever give my writing a serious go, outside of the one weekend every year.
Think about it. Wouldn't we all rather have a nice, soft scarf, than a badly-written, smug book of my fiction?