My Mother, like many, saved various remnants from my childhood. I usually find pieces of my history tucked into the pages of a handed down book or in a box of "do you want any of this?" I don't remember exactly when the construction paper ribbon appeared, but it brought with it the promise of hope. "Miss Unruffled", it said, and it had my name on it. Imagine...!
Monday, June 11, 2012
Titanic
The ship is sinking and I'm being asked whether I'm going down with it. I don't know how to answer...
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
It can always get worse...
Okay. So, I haven't been writing because I've been really broken, lately. With the violent collapse of the business, I didn't have much left in me for writing.
Since my last post, Wolf has begun a new adventure which requires us to work more than full-time hours with no pay, yet. Kitten works in the same place, one day/week, and is the only one of us with a pay cheque. We have 2 additional people living in the house (to help with rent, haha), neither of whom have pay cheques. This work also makes it really difficult for me to draw (I've got something going on in my joints/tendons which has resulted in constant pain and numbness from my shoulders to my fingers) and Wolf's ankles are degenerating at a visible rate from being on his feet over 70 hrs/week.
Yup, things are pretty dire. And yet, every morning the sun rises. Time just keeps going. The world is not ending (even though it feels like it is) and that means there are still options.
I'm looking and open to possibilities. I'm available Sundays from 4pm and Mondays until whatever time can get me to the bus stop by 3:05pm.
Since my last post, Wolf has begun a new adventure which requires us to work more than full-time hours with no pay, yet. Kitten works in the same place, one day/week, and is the only one of us with a pay cheque. We have 2 additional people living in the house (to help with rent, haha), neither of whom have pay cheques. This work also makes it really difficult for me to draw (I've got something going on in my joints/tendons which has resulted in constant pain and numbness from my shoulders to my fingers) and Wolf's ankles are degenerating at a visible rate from being on his feet over 70 hrs/week.
Yup, things are pretty dire. And yet, every morning the sun rises. Time just keeps going. The world is not ending (even though it feels like it is) and that means there are still options.
I'm looking and open to possibilities. I'm available Sundays from 4pm and Mondays until whatever time can get me to the bus stop by 3:05pm.
Saturday, April 14, 2012
All the way, then back again...
Sigh.
I have been writing, just not here. I have windows live writer - or some such equivalent - which holds more entries than this one (even though it looks the same and publishes to this one with and internet connection and the push of a button).
I have been writing, just not here. I have windows live writer - or some such equivalent - which holds more entries than this one (even though it looks the same and publishes to this one with and internet connection and the push of a button).
First, let's do a short-form, catch-up:
Kitten's 14, has a different boyfriend who both Wolf and I love, is taller than me and still brings more sunshine into my world than anything; I finally cut my hair... to my shoulders (haha haha) but have yet to do anything even remotely funky; we've burned through another business (since my last news-y post) and I'm done with those, now. I don't have the constitution for dealing with contractors or big construction companies... and I'm done with being the little guy, because the little guy can't do anything when the big guy refuses to pay, steals your tools, finally returns some of them when threatened with police action, but returns them with cut cords and missing parts and screws where screws have no right to be... Y'know, if that kind of thing happened in real life. (Yup. It kinda makes a person go into hiding from everything/one that she legally can.)
So, now that I can see the dismal end of that particular adventure I'm ready to turn my face into the sun. I haven't felt warmth for long enough that it feels like the memory of a movie viewed in childhood. Feels like. Bear with me. I'm dozy.
And I'm drawing again. That was the point of this entry. I'm not only just drawing but people are asking me about prices and I have one commission in the works, with 2-4 more in possibility-land! Whoa, hey?!
Tags:
adventure,
art,
challenge,
check-in,
craaa-zee-ness,
creativity,
cycles and bad habits,
hope,
kitten,
tiiiiired
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