All A Quiver
I went to Artist and Craftsman today to pick up a sketchbook for a round robin journal I’m doing with Jen L. Of course, I couldn’t leave with just that one item, so I also picked up: several vintage postcards with black and white photos of circus performers, different sized envelopes with those clasps where you twist a string around two discs, a small package of handmade paper, a round postcard of an eye drawn from an anatomy book and colorized. Ephemera all.
As the cashier rang up my purchases I got a bit shaky and tremulous. I know this is something I am supposed to be doing, this secret book. I only wish I could already begin working on it in ernest. I suppose this Summer is a time to fiddle and experiment and learn technique. When Fall arrives I will be able to dive in and work for hours at a time…at least on school days between 9am and 3pm.
Ah love, I am all a’ quiver.
P.S. Have you ever noticed that I always capitalize the seasons, even though it is incorrect? I think that tells me something about the secret book. I’ve been looking for a format, maybe seasonal stories is the way to go?
I think that capitalizing the seasons is more of an archaism than being incorrect. Actually, a pleasant archaism at that, as though you acknowledge the personhood of these seasons by naming them with proper nouns.
yes, seasons is the perfect way to mark the rhythms (and pages) of the secret book. does this mean we should be collecting summer treasures for Secret Book’s pages?