|POTTERY VERSUS WRITING|
My two boyfriends are tired of sharing. (No, not like that. My husband knows he's my one and only. 23 years together should have ironed out any questions by now.)
Pottery. Writing. There is a duel on the horizon. Pistols are drawn. I'm not sure I have much to say about the outcome. Even as we speak, I am writing this blog, with the current issue Ceramics Monthly flipped open, right next to the computer. (BTW, there's an article on Brian R. Jones in there. With an articulate, honest take on what life is like for a full-time potter. See? I can't stop myself.)
In the past, I have been a sort of all-or-nothing sort of girl. Not a big problem until these two boyfriends came to woo me. Now what? What am I?
Am I a writer?
Am I potter?
This blog was a way to combine the two. So it was settled: I am a potter who writes.
Then I wrote a play. And started a novel. Now I'm halfway through writing a novel. So okay: I am a writer.
So I just got another ceramics commission - a large job. And there are these big framed pieces I want to make. Yep, you guessed it: I am a potter.
These loves of mine are both handsome. They are both good kissers. But I'm fickle. I can't decide between the two. So, starting today, guess what? I'm not going to. I'm going to date both of them and I'm going to let them worry about it. They'll have to fight it out.
I am going to wake up every morning and check to see who won my hand for the day. And I'll be a very good, loyal girlfriend. For the day.