I really want to buy him a piggy bank or Webkin pig or something swine-y. Also, if my other nephews make it through without catching it I should make them “My brother had swine flu and all I got was this lousy t-shirt!” shirts.
One thing that attracts me to writing is the process of critique and discussion of the craft. I get excited about writing workshops and stories about mentors. It makes me homesick for the good parts of being a painting major. Chatting with a teacher at the studios about broad concepts and specific techniques was lovely. Critiques were great if I had finished my piece and wasn’t ashamed of myself for extreme procrastination. It would be so cool to go back to that environment now, with better discipline and an appreciation for that freedom and opportunity.
That might be the key: nostalgia. I read a lot of blogs by writers about writing. I read a lot of craft blogs too, but haven’t found many artists’ blogs. Actually, I have a lot of artist blogs bookmarked, but isn’t much activity on them or they are badly written or boring to me. Maybe I’ve glommed onto writers because they are there, active, well-spoken and entertaining.
I think my craving to “be a writer” is just another way I’m looking for complements. I have sometimes been casually praised for my writing and I want more. I want to turn a slight talent into a gift, into genius. Freshman year my teacher Peter told me he liked one little swirl on a painted sketch for a project in Drawing 101. I became a painting major on the strength of the one complement. (This is a slight exaggeration, but still true. I was disillusioned by Graphic Design and the Photography department was a political nightmare. There was also no portfolio was required to become a painting major. They took anyone.)
What I want is to be a great writer without putting in the work that must be done to get there. Once again reality puts the damper on desire. THPTPTH!*
So where does that leave me? Same place I started but with a belly-lint filled post on writing. I’ll continue to live vicariously through Karen (You rock star!) and write here on Chicken Butt and live my life. I know my writing has improved since I started this blog. I don’t think I slip into a writerly voice anymore. I could still use a better editor than myself but who couldn't?
Oh, and go read the linked essays above if you haven’t done so. Especially the first and third.
*This is a Bill The Cat style razzberry. Calvin & Hobbes style adds a B: THBPBPTHPT!
Pirate vest: In Progress - needs buttonholes and buttons
Pirate pants: In Progress - needs waist elastic stitched, leg elastic waiting for boot cover completion
Pirate boot covers: Not Started
Pirate shirt: Not Started – considering buying adult pattern instead of altering child pattern
Pirate head scarf: Not Started
Snowman costume: In Progress – Fleece pieces cut
Snowman hat: In Progress – needs new band w/ flower. needs glue touched up to black from sizing changes. Should fit now, smaller felt hat glued inside too large top hat.
Ballerina tutu: Not Started - materials purchased.
Ballerina top: Not Started – probably needs embellishments to shirt sis will buy/find
Dark Fairy skirt: Not Started, materials purchased, ruffler foot bought, test gathering in progress.
Dark Fairy top: Not Started
Dark Fairy wings: In progress – wings purchased, need modifying if there is time
Today I gave away a book I’ve had in my car trunk for months.* I originally bought that copy of Little Brother, by Cory Doctorow, to give to a cousin on Christmas Eve. Then Dad and I skipped the festivities in Madison due to bad driving weather. The lovely metal measuring cups intended for the grab bag exchange migrated quickly into my kitchen. The book languished unread on my shelves.
I eat lunch in restaurants most work days (okay, every work day). Since I read at lunch I end up having many bookish conversations with restaurant employees. A young manager at Olive Garden and I had several conversations about reading. He wants to start reading, but wasn’t sure where to start and never gets around to it. I recommended a few things based on some books he liked. That evening I decided I’d give him my extra copy of Little Brother. Today is the first time I’ve seen him since. He said he has been working nights. I hope he enjoys it. I’ve now given away three copies of that book. Or is it four? It’s one of the books I grab now for literacy drives where you donate books at the book store counter.*I tried to write boot instead of trunk but I just couldn’t do it. I love my MINI Cooper, watch way too much British TV drama and sometimes call my condo a flat, but I cannot use boot instead of trunk. Not naturally anyway. There is some kink in my mind that goes wonky if I try.