“I’m so sick of my blog. I don’t want to be a writer. Just like the last time I had a baby, now that my baby is one, I don’t want to write about babies anymore. But my blog is called Baby Off-Center, so it has to be about babies! Bleeechhhh!!!” – My Inner Critic
I just got the book Your Inner Critic is a Big Jerk by Danielle Krysa:
She also has a blog, The Jealous Curator, which she created to showcase art that made her jealous of its artists. And dude, I can relate. When I see work (generally books with hand-drawn illustrations by creative women) that I wish I made, I feel so defeated. Like, “That’s already done, guess there’s something else I can’t do,” or, “I could have done that, I wish I had.”
ENOUGH! It’s nice to know that other people feel this way, even professional artists, but it’s time to move on.
I’ve been feeling like all I do all day is “mom,” and that I do nothing else worthwhile. But this is not true.
So from now on, this blog is just about whatever I want it to be about that day. I think it will center on creativity, but who knows? And while I may have the ultimate goal of writing a book about creativity and getting it published and going on a book/speaking tour that includes New York and San Francisco, for now I’m just gonna put. stuff. up.
At the bottom is what I wrote in my journal today. Sometimes my journal is the only art/writing/creative thing I do in any given week*, so there may be lots of journal entries on the blog from now on. But as King Triton says, So be it!
Here’s my page:
* My journal is never the only creative thing I do in a week, that was my inner critic again. This week alone I made watercolor goo-goo goggles, covered myself and my children in fake tattoos, painted my eyebrows pink, did glitter pedicures with my son, wrote multiple grocery lists (it’s writing, it counts), made a new (crappy) collage of strong ladies, and I’m sure some other stuff.