Writer’s block is a phenomenon involving temporary loss of ability to begin or continue writing, usually due to lack of inspiration or creativity. (Many thanks for wiki for once again helping the world to understand a bit more)

Now.. let me paraphrase the above statement into more of what I mean. I once had an idea, the idea wasn’t even able to fail because it was, in truthfulness, just that bad. From that point on I toyed a bit here, toyed a bit there with ideas that ended up feeling like I was trying to pull a needle out of a haystack. After agonizing hours of never finding that needle, I came to the utter realizations that I should summon my almighty powers and accept the fact that I should be a Dentist, move to Alaska and shoot bears. ( This, of course being my trademark phrase in college that I found myself full heartily preparing for it after the 1st semester of my senior year.)

Even though time passes by, and we grow older with each passing day somethings never change. I am a designer. It is my job to find ( there are a handful of words that go/belong here) of solutions for the design problems that I am faced with. Perhaps the fact that MP is my company, my baby, mine – is one of the many reasons why I have such a hard time deciding on a more permanent solution on what she needs.

Merry Noel Poet ( Stackhouse ) is my grandmother. She is a women, who I have grown to love admire and cherish with each passing day. Her quality’s, persona and character is something that is unmatched and unchanging. She is a person, a real person to me. And THAT is what makes this project so difficult. To me this is more than just finding a color that “might” work, or something that will do. This is about making sure my company maintains and embraces what is truly Grandma Stackhouse. It’s about finding the colors that match her glow and warmth. About finding the type faces and images that make me remember all her words, hugs, smells, laughs and moments I shared with her.

This studio is my tribute to her and it has to be perfect.

My designers block is gone. I know what MP is, I know what she needs to do and what she needs to be to the world.  And I now know how to do that. Its back to work for me. Back to my music, my mointer and my newly upgraded mac. Ah yes, her purr is so sweet it silent. Jealous? hehe.

After much, and I do mean MUCH thought, hard work – and possibly thousands of news songs and mouse batteries. I may have narrowed down my endless design battle aka. Shopping Spree for MP.

I’ve settles on what I *think* and in all actuality *hope* is the final stage of at least the type face and layout of her name. As far as colors and symbols,that, my friend is a battle going on strong. Golden boy says, “he likes what he sees”. Of course this comes after he vetoed my fish idea, which in all honestly I thought was brilliant. But alas, even as a designer, even when every and any possible justification of why it does work it thrown out at the potential “breaker of bad news”, you know *sighs* it never worked. You walk away, head down – dragging your feet. Just like all the times your mom told you ” NO MORE SUGAR” or “GO TO BED DANIELLE!”, yes all those times that are ringing through my head; you walk away mouse in hand, keys within reach, waiting for the “next” soo called brilliant epiphany of an idea. Hoping that you will nail it, celebrate and move on to the next design delima that seems to have a never-ending supply.

This, is all in a good days work…