I have a problem.
It seems I have a tendency to fall inlove too soon.
Creating for me, is a joy. It is a meditation, medication, anchor & creator of a quiescent mind.
However somewhere along the way, I find myself falling inlove, and then - it's too late.
The attachment is short lived, however, when the loved is sold and I have to send it away.
Parting is therefore mandatory.
Spread the love, and all that, you know.
As I wrap it up, I take a picture with my minds eye, before covering it up for the last time. When it is unveiled, it will be to new eyes.
If it does not sell straight away, I watch it on the shelf. Although it gets a sure fire amount of attention, I can hear it weep.
Does anybody want me?
The fear of inadequacy infests even the most beautiful binding, for it has so much to stand up for in a land like Etsy.
Like people, each is unique. So each waits for the right pen in hand, as people wait for the right people.
Might I remedy the situation and make too many books so I can't fall inlove so soon?