I started book number 2 in this series,

and I am back at the very beginning, but this is maybe done, or maybe not.  The right side is not done, but the left may be..

I have always struggled with words.  I like words, I like letters printed with wooden type in funny orientations so you are not sure what they are.  There was a time when I had set myself a goal to make found poetry out of headlines in the NY Times.  I had to make the poetry from the same day, so only headlines from today would make the poetry of today.  I did it for a while, but I didn't like what I was doing as the backgrounds (washy watercolor with no real focus) so I finally dropped it to see if I could resurrect it later on.

Now I tear out headlines that appeal to me and just stuff them in a (now pretty fat) envelope.  This was the first time I used anything from the envelope. We'll see what happens next.