random it up, baby

I'm scattered. Again. Across several different projects all at the same time. Again.

Sometimes I think it would be nice to have nothing to do but then I realize that's just all kinds of crazy talk. I'm not capable of sitting still.

So I have random. Here goes:


1. I've received a few emails asking about the photos I'm using for short story sunday. The question is will I write fragments from other people's photos? The answer is yes, I will. The last one posted was based on a photo taken by Cathy's daughter.

If you have one you want me to use, you can send it along to FibraArtysta@earthlink.net

But I warn you, I write moody. No getting around it.

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2. Gisela sent me this photo today:


This is precisely what little man looked like when he was, well, little. Now you see why I was (and still am) powerless when faced with the cuteness.

Dooley love still lays like that, I call it his grizzly bear rug impersonation.

Lately I've been experimenting with different ways to wake him up in the mornings. Getting a nearly twelve year old dog enthused about separating himself from the sofa is no easy business. I had the brilliant idea that I would take his picture.

The thinking behind it is that he doesn't really like the camera (much like his momma) so it would irritate him just enough to get up. Its resulted in I don't know how many photos like this:

That would be his mid-yawn-stretch demonic looking pose.

I think I need a new plan.

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3. I'm reading this book. The first line is "This is not for you." Sucked me in immediately. I may never sleep again since its pretty much the creepiest thing I've ever read but hey, it will be worth it.


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4. I couldn't resist snapping this photo when I was walking around downtown the other day:



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5. I'm in the middle of (another) big purge in the studio. This time not so much about getting rid of things but more about relocating them.

They are the things that I still use but not on a daily basis and I need to reclaim the real estate that they are hogging up. One of the reasons is because I want to hold private thermofax screen printing classes up there. I can only accommodate two students but it would be cool because the machines are there and screens could be made on demand. Not a bad thing.

There was also the issue of the shutters that were just installed over both windows. They are brilliant and beautiful but if I ever want to open my windows again, I can't put the shelves and stands back in front of them because of the way they open inward.

I'm convinced I shall never be done cleaning/organizing/obsessing over that blasted room.


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6. Nanowrimo begins in a few days. I dig the badges this year:


This will be my fourth year doing it. I love it, its all kinds of insanity. Mostly I enjoy it because writing an entire novel in a 30 day period pretty much executes your inner editor. (You can actually hear her weep and cringe with every run on sentence and lousy analogy.)

It might sound like an impossibility to write a whole novel in that time but its really not. Once you have an idea, running with it is really very easy. Normally I produce between 250-350 pages during the month and believe it or not, its not all junk. It needs lots of cleaning up but its almost like writing a really detailed, elaborate outline.

I'm going to pry a story out of my head that I've started and stopped several times. Its insistent so its time to be done with it.

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The wind is kicking up here something awful. We're supposed to get major storms here, with winds of 50mph. I may have to put ankle weights on the westie if he needs to go out before its over.

I'm heading back up to the studio for more organizing. Where's a house elf when you need one?