Wednesday, March 27, 2019
consequences
A bad day at school evolved into
a tough, overnight bout of stomach upset.
It's so hard to decide how to balance
discipline with coddling.
I don't remember parenting being so hard, then, at the time, I had nothing else to do.
He grows more beautiful as time passes. Still averse to having his picture taken, this one stolen while he was consoling himself and fighting sleep.
Spring break starts Friday.
Monday, March 25, 2019
Wednesday, March 20, 2019
revisions
Re. Visions.
on all the levels I can think of 'revisions' is the new name for this piece.
It's all about changes happening in my art, my writing, my life. Everything happening at the same time sounds like chaos.
It's not.
It's much more like a flow. Pieces have to be considered, tried out and accepted or rejected. Fails to build on. Successes that nourish progress. In all things, balance and timing.
on all the levels I can think of 'revisions' is the new name for this piece.
It's all about changes happening in my art, my writing, my life. Everything happening at the same time sounds like chaos.
It's not.
It's much more like a flow. Pieces have to be considered, tried out and accepted or rejected. Fails to build on. Successes that nourish progress. In all things, balance and timing.
Saturday, March 16, 2019
spring cold
Not dropped off the face of the world; it just feels that way.
This deep into the school year and I finally caught a case of Pre-K cooties from my little assistant. I think the remedies laid me lower than the actual cold - I just didn't care as much.
It's a good thing that I can (mostly) do the day job in my sleep. Once or twice last night, I picked up a call, listened to what the person wanted and had no idea what they were talking about. In English.
There are other things that I'm supposed to be doing but the brain is off wandering on cold meds. Stitching in a straight line is as much as I can manage right now.
This deep into the school year and I finally caught a case of Pre-K cooties from my little assistant. I think the remedies laid me lower than the actual cold - I just didn't care as much.
It's a good thing that I can (mostly) do the day job in my sleep. Once or twice last night, I picked up a call, listened to what the person wanted and had no idea what they were talking about. In English.
There are other things that I'm supposed to be doing but the brain is off wandering on cold meds. Stitching in a straight line is as much as I can manage right now.
Monday, March 11, 2019
not hungover
On Saturday, March 9, 2019, I typed ~fini~ and sent it off to a professional for an overview.
It was started, give or take, in the spring of 2014 and didn't get a title, a name until a long time after that.
For no other reason, I feel hungover.
ps. just got off the phone with a very talented advisor. I may have the words corralled for the moment, but we are a long way from home (published). This was fully expected and I'm fine with it. More learning, more adventures lie ahead.
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