It is such a different way to write using a blog. Usually first thing in the morning I will write 3 free pages only for me - picking a topic or subject isnt hard work - because there is no audience. Writing on this I have no idea who my audience is - although I have picture of friends faces, maybe even friend's faces who I dont see all that often swiming in front of me - maybe they even smile a little.

I also want to do a little drawinging each day. I feel a little afraid of drawing. Drawing use to be something that came so naturally to me - all I needed was a nice pointy piece of grafite and then my affair with lines began. Now I havent really drawn since February - not even birthday cards, this is even too much to contemplate.

In February I did do a little drawing that I liked very much - it was a drawing of queen victoria - a momument of her in Rosalind Park in Central Bendigo - she is holding a dove, or maybe a baby I like to think.

I then translated this drawing into a sewing piece - a quilt infact. I have burried it in the cellar as I am a little ashamed of it - perhaps I might have a look at it over the weekend and a think.

Maybe I do love it - maybe it needs something else to make it the same love as I made it with the cotton and thread and a bent neck.