book watercolor by Helen McLaughlin

Wondering what we're doing here? This explains it, but for the tl;dr crowd (don't worry, I got you):

Beginning February 1st, I’m writing a daily report here, one that documents my progress toward a long-imagined—but not yet executed—dream of creating a small book on wonder (of which I've already written a good portion of the content). I’m committing to showing up to do the work for an hour every day, every single day of the month, and I’m committing to full transparency with you about how that creative hour is spent, for better or for worse. Let's dive in.



A bit anxious; gloomy

Sleep Rating



Waxing Crescent



What I did

Inspiration-hunting. After feeling terribly discouraged by my attempts to translate onto paper the delightful thing that's in my mind, I decided today's work needed to be about reconnecting to what I found so enchanting about my original vision. Enter my bookshelf of magic, specifically three of Sara Midda's glorious watercolor explorations (Sara Midda's South of France, A Bowl of Olives: On Food and Memory, and In and Out of the Garden). While I can feel the discouragement ebbing, I'm not ready to forge ahead just yet—this project of mine has just over a week remaining (obviously I'll keep working on it, but will quit the daily documentation here), and I need to start cultivating some wonder for myself in this part of the process (as opposed to gnashing my teeth and generally treating its like some hideous calculus problem I can't solve). This is supposed to be fun, Helen! Lighten up!

Time spent

On and off throughout the early afternoon, but specific times weren't logged


What I learned today (in haiku form):

Forget design! What's / THE FEELING you want to have / and inspire here?