Secrets

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I am working on a project, but I can't talk about it because the wrong person might read this post and find out about it too early. Drat. I'm not very good at keeping secrets—my own that is. If you tell me something and ask me to keep it private, my lips are sealed. I mean wild horses couldn't drag it out of me. But, if it's something I am up to, I'm worse than a kid before Christmas. Okay, I just have to give a hint. It's not another SoFoBoMo project—although I am sorely tempted, but it is somewhat related. Now, don't ask me again. Honestly, I could cave in and blow the whole thing.

Laying Low

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Another voice from the recovery ward. I thought Paul Butzi phrased it perfectly when stating that a couple of days ago he was “in the post-SoFoBoMo recovery”. While there was a flurry of activity on the blogs throughout April, I have noticed that many of the participants in the project have been quieter than usual since books were completed. I suppose the dialogue will pick up again once the May group gets rolling, but apparently I am not the only one moving rather slowly for a while.

I am a bit overwhelmed with some things that aren’t nearly as much fun and not nearly as exciting as another photo book. But, this won’t last forever.

Synchronicity

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(I don't know what happened to this post and how it got lost, but I have re-published it. I may have the date wrong, but it went up sometime in early May.)

Today, I awoke in a reflective mood and began to draft some notes in an attempt to state some thoughts and feelings about the place of art projects in my everyday life. After getting close to what I was trying to say, I detoured to read the posts on some of my favorite blogs. I normally do that first with my breakfast, but decided to get really rebellious this morning and shake things up a bit. What a surprise. I found others talking about similar issues, and far more effectively than what I had scribbled and set aside for a moment (those notes still languinsh unfinished). It appears the synchronicity of experiences produced by the SoFoBoMo project may not yet have run its course.