I just finished my second go at the Artist’s Way week 9. Last week I hardly read any of my morning pages, and since that seemed key to the week, I thought I’d better have another go.
This week, I appreciated quite how long it takes to read 10 weeks of morning pages in my handwriting. Actually, 11, since I left it till the end of the week (remember that I did a week 0 and 2 week 9s). I got a chunk done yesterday. Today should have been the first day of week 10, but I spent a lot of it ploughing through my own horrible boring words.
I think this is meant to be inspirational, but as I said yesterday, I just got very sick of myself.
The task in the book gives you questions to answers, but I’d probably better not tell you who I have consistently complained about. Mostly myself, actually. I did find a few useful plans for creative projects that I forgot that I’d written down. Mostly, I understood why you’ve not to read the pages at an early stage. I spent many many hours today with my 8am self and it was not a pleasant experience. Earlier on, it would probably have been enough to make me quit the Artist’s Way. As it is, I only have 3 weeks to go, so I may as well finish.
There were a whole bunch of other tasks to do this week, but I didn’t do any of them. Maybe I can carry them over.
I did all my morning pages, thus making more of a rod for my own back.
My artist’s date was a bit skimpy – I went round the George Bain exhibition which took under an hour, although it was totally fascinating. I then spent an hour reading a novel in the gallery surroundings so maybe that counts? I suspect not. The Artist’s Way isn’t very fond of reading. I had a small excursion of trying to take tartan tat photos on Monday, which was definitely fun and artist’s-date-like but again, not very long.
I am really, really hoping that week 10 is not such a slog. Tomorrow I will open the week 10 chapter and try to give it my best go.