annanotbob's Diaryland Diary
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Walking the dawg
I've arrived in a busy phase - always the way - time to write = nothing to write about and vice versa.
Lots of art today, like felt-making:
which I just loved to bits, although my natural tendency is to work too quickly, so my pieces didn't come out as I expected, but I know what I did wrong and how to improve next time:
They don't photograph very well - I can't capture the smoothness of the finished thing. All I need to do it at home is a bamboo mat and I do think I may have one somewhere. I know exactly where I'd find both large (for the beach) and small (for the table) in the old house, but fuck knows if they're here or if we binned them and meanwhile I have a novel to write. I'm up to just over 7,000 words, which I think is a bit less than is due by Nov 5th - yeah, just checked, 1300 odd short, but fuck it. I'm going to try and keep steady, as so far I'm enjoying the writing of it. Did 500 words in the laundrette while my clothes were drying, which I was pleased with because it was fucking uncomfortable sitting on a very low bench trying to balance the laptop on my knees but I just kept on going and that made me feel good.
I had a great time with Marcus last night and lots of silliness with my girls on s/k/y/p/e - free laptop to laptop video calls - what a world we live in - this is science fiction coming to pass. Like those fucking 1ph0nes which ARE the hitchhikers guide to the galaxy, right here, right now, in (other, richer) people's hands.
I'm going to write about the 'what do I tell people who ask me what I do' thing in detail, but not tonight. They're clever with the task-setting at group - that one had many unforeseen consequences, all good.
This evening at the art class we made tiny pictures in those frames for old photographic slides, and decorated them. As soon as the teacher started telling us about it I knew I wanted to have words, one in each frame, which expressed a pearl of wisdom I've had from H recently to steer me back out of the Pit of Doom. I know it was only last week that she said something really simple, which I knew already but had been forgetting and which calmed me immediately. I said at the time I was going to write it down and put it on the wall. Could I remember it tonight? No chance. Can I remember it now? Nope. Fucking useless. I even went and had a meditative fag out by the back door:
but I couldn't think of it. It may have been something to do with self-compassion, but that's a big word for a small frame so I did 'Just be kind' instead:
and I saw a wheelchair with this on the back, just in the street, empty, by a van:
sweet dreams xxxx
12:23 a.m. - 06/11/2009
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