pondering a new art (pottery)

Yesterday I wrote here about not writing—how there will now be a long stretch of time when my in-progress novel slumbers.  Things are what things must be.  The real world calls.

Thanks to a gift from my husband, however, I will still make time, a few hours each week, to make something new.  I won't be using words.  I'll be using my hands.  Think of me (beside my husband) at a pottery wheel.  I'm thinking of this as a necessary relief valve in a life that will have me working through many a night. 

I'll share what I learn about hands and craft here.  As I (hopefully) learn it.