Nothing like a new artistic tangent to throw you off the writing path. I'm now sketching and learning how make design blocks for printing fabric, and pulling out all my dye equipment. I am going to be very scientific about dye ratios and weights, and gosh, take notes.
In spite of the time issues, I am finding--again--that being creative in one area tends to make me creative in other areas, too. I have got some very nice callouses on my fingertips from playing guitar at least ten minutes a day...more than that and my left hand just hurts too much. But it still feels right. And I'm back to thinking and working on my old science fiction story/book, and actually wrote some this morning.
And I've made a list of doable tasks for this week to forward some fiber arts projects that I've had in mind and mean to sell. I didn't have to work quite so many hours over the last week as I've had to during the last six or eight weeks, so art is seeming like a possible thing, something within reach in small chunks. This happy circumstance is subject to change at any moment.
At this moment, I'm listening to "The Song of Nimrodel," from the album At Dawn in Rivendell, words by JRR Tolkien, music and performance by The Tolkien Ensemble. Currently reading Serafina by Rachel Hartman, The Complete Idiot's Guide to Selling Your Crafts on Etsy by Marcia Layton Turner, and am in the middle of a couple of books about native plants and ecosystems of California that you (I) just can't read straight through, but are fascinating.
I'm waiting for a poem or a vignette to happen, but I think this is not in the air tonight.
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