I must confess to a very bad habit. A very strong habit. A habit I am unlikely to break.
I make books.
I make blank books.
I create journals and don't write in them.
Confession is good for the soul.
Actually, I seem now to be able to create a very specific journal and work in it. It took a class with Judy Wise to get me in there and I have, for the first time, completely filled a journal. Every page is painted, collaged and written.
However, most of the ones you see here are either empty or have a few pages completed. I obviously have a ways to go in conquering my addiction.
Next time up, I'll post some pages here. Perhaps it will keep me on the straight and narrow.