Hello, out there.

(Well, then.) Some lovely soul already left me an encouraging note, on my highly creative Test Post, so I s'pose I could start dropping bread crumbs and take a few tentative steps into this tantalizing and terrifying wood, already. Offer some early clues. Disclude.

I'm here for the Artist's Way group. Until the moment I post this, um, post, I can't really call myself a blogger. (After that it will be hard to avoid the new descriptor, at least in its most technical respect.) I have recently, blessedly participated, however, in the revival of a friendship that had nearly passed into oblivion, through only mutual emailing and the partaking of my friend's blog posts. I am therefore cautiously optimistic about the possibility of an online network of substance, or at least about the possibility that declaring my commitment to go through the AW program in a community, even a pneumatic one like this, may carry weight.

I lost my job a little over a week ago, a job I didn't much care for or about but which nonetheless managed to suck me dry on an alarmingly regular basis, and come to think of it on a pernicious, barely perceptible, chronic basis as well. I can see this now that I'm gone. Now that I've been fired. That was a new one for me.

I was planning to leave sometime this year anyway. I am an aspiring housewife, and I wanted to be not working. I got my wish. Things are a tad tight financially, but I'm not about to argue with the obvious metaphysics of this turn of events. Self-development can now be my employment. I have lots of time. What a gift. Besides, I'm trying to conceive, at going-on-42 (first timer), and I figure the decrease in stress alone has already begun to rev my fertility engines. Vrrmm, vvvrrmmm. I can feel it working.

Oh, yeah - creativity. Okay, so I'm an aspiring arsty, musician housewife. A wannabe funky stay-at-home mom. I sing, write songs, play some instruments. I like to arrange my things in a decorative manner, make stuff, draw, write, dress. I haven't done much along these lines, beyond enjoying clothes and dressing, for way too long, though I've managed to keep a slender lifeline open. Emergency rations only. I can still still feel a heartbeat. Since losing my job I've been cooking up a storm. Does that count?

I also sporadically read tarot cards, professionally. That job I'll keep. My spiritual pursuits are my first priority, at least in theory. In practice, I'm not great at directing my spiritual and creative energies productively. I have done the first three or four chapters of the AW on my own, and I know this all dovetails nicely.

So. Very happy to be here! And I do look forward to sharing something, or something. Thank you all in advance for showing up for this. That bit is most important, I think. That showing up thing.