Making Friends With My New Book

I've finally made friends with my two month old Stillman-Birns Alpha watercolor book. My "page fright" had me avoiding using it until the Monkey would say, "Okay, now you are famous and proficient enough to make a mark in this." Ha! Is that ever going to happen? Not in this lifetime. So tonight, after downing a (gluten-free) ale, I turned on all the studio lights, and laid out the new book. Inside the front cover, I introduced myself to the book about Elsbeth McLeod's Life. For my pleasure, or for whoever might read it later. In this particular book, I will sketch and paint those things and events in my life that have meaning, maybe paste in a ticket stub, or pressed flower, or whatever, too. An imprint of what matters to me. Now I'm not so afraid of it. The other sketchbooks and w/c books I have were reserved for us being out and about, things that happen in town, or objects and people I witness that are relatively unrelated to Who I Am. Ridiculously scary to devote a book to my life!