I wrote to a new friend last night and spent entirely too much time looking through old emails trying to figure out if she was a member of an ATC group, or if she had a website, or if I’d already told her things I was preparing to say. And then it dawned on me, I’m not smart enough for all this, or perhaps I’m just not organized enough… though I consider myself the Queen of Containers. I can barely remember to wash my socks, and yet I’m trying to navigate all these sites, be a good WordPress soldier and respond to comments, read all my subscriptions and write comments on theirs, AND read someone “new” every day and make friends; all of which I am thrilled about because of the potential for shared art experiences. But I have been on this for only a couple of months, and I’m already getting confused about who’s who and what’s what. My solution: Keep a WordPress journal. Indeed, the moment I stop typing this, I am going to grab one of the gazillion old tablets I have around here and start keeping notes about other blogs, their names, their location on the planet, nuances about their art and projects, an address if we’re exchanging ATCs, and how I came to know them. Yesterday someone said to me that I might be confusing them with someone else. Probably! I AM getting confused.
I certainly don’t wish to infer people, especially you people, are so meaningless to me I can’t keep track. On the contrary, one of my best friends, who gets not just emails but phones calls from me is always hearing the same story at least twice, and I keep asking her the same questions and forgetting the answers. And I’ve known her for over 40 years. I make jokes about my memory loss, and she makes jokes about hers, but it is bothersome, and I’m always afraid I am going to make a big faux pas, or worse, hurt someone’s feelings by either neglect or mistake. One advantage I’ve already thought of is that when I find something (a pattern, recipe, photo, or a good story) I won’t have to search my overdrafted memory bank to resolve the question I have that “someone” is looking for this. Like double-clutching to get out of a chair, I think a journal will be just the right tool to keep me on top of all these new ideas and people.
So, it’s a journal for me, and it can double as a mouse pad since I’ve barely an unused square inch on my desk. Hum, with my new knitting journal, this will be my second of the week. This reminds me of Holly Hunter in Broadcast News. The movie begins with her chastising her Dad for his reference to her being “obsessed,” “And correct me if I’m wrong!!!!” because she had only eight (was it eight?) more penpals to write to. (Some of you will get this, some of you won’t, but it’s a great movie if you haven’t seen it.) I haven’t hit eight yet, but give me time. I’m sure I will.