It turns out I have to go through all 70k words of my (praise god) recovered manuscript, and I had to whine to Lani and Jenny because revising never feels like work. The only thing that ever feels like work is writing new pages — nothing else counts.
Which is bullshit. As Jenny said, the words you put down are simply the raw clay — then you go in and shape it. (I’m paraphrasing her, and I know she’ll correct me, and then feel guilty … no, she never feels guilty when she smacks me down. I need to work on that — it’s not fair.)
So instead of getting the weekend to play and create I have to work.
But screw that. I need something beside work or I’ll go crazy. I went swimming yesterday (found a better time of day) but the weekends are full of kids and much as I love them and don’t begrudge them the pool, it’s not conducive to water-walking and thinking about the book when you’re being bombarded by … what’s that word when a kid makes himself into a little ball and jumps into the water, making the biggest possible splash? Anyway, no swimming.
But I’m taking an hour to work on projects anyway, and I have a steampunk earring update. Photos.
As you see, I have someone protecting my steampunk pieces. That’s the one who sleeps on my stomach and does “Hello Kittys” (bumping noses) all the time. He’s a found cat — showed up one day and we lured him inside with cheese. He hasn’t left since.
Anyway, here’s how I started.
I’m not very good at this — I tend to view crafts with a sort of “eyes are bigger than my stomach.” I see something, it looks simple, and then I create a terrible mishmosh.
But hey, if they make me happy then screw critics. They’re made for me, not to please someone else, so mission accomplished.
Here’s a step in the process.
I’ve got to add another jump ring so the elements face outward. I liked the balance and imbalance of the end result. I wanted more, but they’d be too heavy, which is often my problem when I make earrings. I’m a gaudy soul, a magpie, and more is always better.
But I’ll take a photo when I finish tonight, and I will feel good about the time I took to work on them and not feel guilty.