There it is. A photographic representation of three months of life in the Zielske family. 131 carefully chosen images to reflect October, November and December of 2007. They are sorted into piles by both events, and by people, and by people's interactions (i.e. pics of mom and kid, dad and kid, kid and kid, etc.)
I took 577 actual shots during this time period. I think this is a sign that I'm getting better at making choices, realizing that good Lord, I just don't have room in my life for all those photos.
There it is. My fall… in piles on my dining room table. And I have absolutely ZERO desire to do anything with them other than file them away in my storage albums. Zero.
What ever happened to that burning love? The NEED to scrapbook? The JOY of making pages?
I'm not trying bum anyone out here, but seriously? Where is the love?
I've been wondering this a lot lately. I haven't felt the burning need since I finished working on C&S Part Deux. Like, there have only been a a few times where I have really had fun scrapbooking, and those times have come in highly unpredictable spurts.
For example: yesterday, a holiday, a full day with nothing to do and all these piles layed out before me, and all the intention in the world… and I just couldn't do it.
Here's the weird thing: I love stories. But I feel like my photos will force me to tell the stories I'm really not feeling the need to tell. Believe me, I'm okay with this. But it makes me wonder: why not tell the stories I want to tell, photos be damned… Or, does my blog fill this need already, thusly removing any desire to scrapbook for fun?
I know how to scrapbook for profit.
Not trying to steal Stacy Julian's word for the year, but I'm really holding out hope for a renaissance here.
Am I just way over-analyzing the fact that I'm just not feeling it?
It's funny. Whenever I've been interviewed for any matter of media, and I'm asked, "What do you do when you face scrapper's block?" and I always say: "I don't scrapbook." So maybe that's it. Maybe i've just got a months-long bout of good old-fashioned scrappers block.