Typepad was hijacked. Or invaded. Or corrupted. But it's come back. I haven't been able to access my account for the last few days, but here I am, journaling away. Slowly slowly as is the way I go.
I'm including a few pages from this year's fake journal. I love participating in Roz Stendahl's International Fake Journal month, but I admit that this year I'm flying by the seat of my pants. I'm still flying, but I'd admit that the pants I'm flying in are a little raggedy.
Still, this year is all about impulse and not thinking and color, which seems like a good place for me (or my character) to explore. There aren't any words yet, but my pages are coming along in layers, which is not normally how I work, so perhaps words will appear.
Now that I can access my blog, and am NOT traveling anywhere for the next little while as far as I know, I should be able to get more caught up on what I've been up to.