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05 January 2010 @ 10:15 pm
just things  

Having moved the futon downstairs, I’ve re-discovered how not-very-comfortable it is to actually sit in. The slant is just too great, making it difficult to get out of. So I was thinking that getting some foamcore wedges to stuff into it might help, and lo, Mom’s got foamcore she cannibalized from a couch. Ted, armed with a saw, is going to cut the chunks into diagonals and we’ll insert them into the downward-slanting seat. There was one that had been whacked apart a bit already, so it was used as a test piece, and I b’lieve it’s going to work. That’ll be *excellent*.

And speaking of excellent, Ted went forth to do grocery shopping today and returned with half a dozen bright red throw pillows which match the red doors on the new shelving unit very nicely, so now there are accent pieces and (more importantly) pillows to lean against the hard wood futon arms. (For the pedants in the audience, yes, he also returned with the groceries. Sheesh.) He has been an utter hero of the revolution. <3

Book: going well, in the sense of having reached 40K words on it. Not so well in the sense of being convinced it's a piece of utter crap, but that's pretty much par for the course, so everything's probably fine with it. (No need for reassurance here. This is just part of the process.)

Um, let's see. The LJ community Crowdfunding/crowdfunding is accepting nominations for their first annual crowdfunded art projects; Bryant has been kind enough to nominate “Hot Time in the Old Town Tonight”, the Old Races novella I did last summer as a crowdfunding/direct market/sustainable income model project. As it happens, “Hot Time” will be up for sale again for the month of February, and I’ve put up a more extended teaser for it in the meantime. More on that in February, obviously, when I shall encourage everybody who hasn’t to buy a copy and, er, to vote for “Hot Time” in the Crowdfunding awards. :)

The Road Home: miles to Isengard: 23.8
ytd km swum: 2
ytd wordcount: 10,400

(x-posted from the essential kit)
Current Mood: okayfine :)
Wolf Lahtiwolflahti on January 5th, 2010 09:43 pm (UTC)
Why, in the throes of artistic endeavor, do creators insist that what they are producing is worthless?

It seems a pretty universal sickness. I certainly suffer from it, and writerly (and painterly) folks I know admit to it. Neil Gaiman suggests that there is also an element of amnesia to it: We get to a point in the process where we are convinced we are without talent, and we do this every time, and we completely forget that we go through this stage every time--unless we have a kindly agent who gently reminds us that, "Yes, you've gone through this before and things turned out quite all right after all, didn't they? And, by the way, every writer I represent goes through the same thing, so you're not alone."

As with most anything worth doing in this world, perseverance is the only worthwhile response.