I can't believe that in 3 weeks I will be 1/4 of the way through this year's 52 WEEKS project. I also can't believe that I'm still struggling with this one. As much as I fought last year's project, working on the women really touched something inside me. I have always had a heart for women, especially as the mother of daughters, so it really resonated. As much as I love books and am loving the act of translating sentences from amazing writing, I just haven't been as confident in my work. I know I always feel this way, until I'm about 1/3 of the way through, but I was really, really, really hoping that it wouldn't happen again. I guess that speaks to one of the challenges an artist faces...self-doubt. Even after all these years. And yet, I'm not sorry that I'm doing this, which is a wonderful thing.