Yesterday, Monday, I had a lot of very fine intentions which all went to pot as I hovered over the computer awaiting a client's e-book to go live so that I could get the tweeting scheduled and be on hand to help iron out any glitches.
Which meant that I was never more than 30 minutes away from the computer.
Which is not conducive to anything particularly creative. Although I was, I think, useful as far as the book is concerned - which makes the #fail a bit more bearable.
But only just. So, there you go - yesterday (Day 12) I failed :-D
I AM reading Vivienne Westwood's autobiography, which is actually very enjoyable. The book is a curious combination of (what looks to me) like VW speaking to the author verbatim: Sentences half-finished, thoughts that digress away from the topic in hand .... and quite lengthy complex, well-thought out discussions on politics etc.
At the moment, I'm at the Malcolm McLaren years. And what a strange character he was. Even to her. Especially to her. I don't particularly like him - he comes across as needy and selfish, promoting his work and downplaying VW's role in realising that work.
Anyway - it's a jolly good read!
Today got off to a better start when my Ebil Twin, Ania, posted me a gorgeous book called A Celebration of Light. An optimistic gift that encourages me to keep going with the ol'watercolours :-D
So today is Day 13 and I'm counting settling down with the new book as something creative :-D
I think that to get through these 30 days, I need to do very small things that I can do within about 20 minutes - maybe a sketch? a tiny watercolour?
Suggestions for 20 minute arty projects welcome :-D
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