Wow, and it’s week 7 already! ehhhh, no it’s not! But it was!
The title of the week 7 chapter is ‘Baby Steps’ – one of my favourite admonitions to myself, so it’s gonna please me. I guess maybe this week I should post another chapter of ‘The Entomologist and No-Spiders Man’ – that would be a baby step all right!
The main task for the week, though – as set by Ms Grout – is to write a six-word memoir. Unsurprisingly, she gives as an example the ‘For sale: baby shoes, never worn‘ story. And attributes it to Hemingway – the pompous self-important old dud. Although as far as I was taught, it’s actually ‘Baby shoes, never used’ and was written by Scott Fitzgerald in response to a challenge from Gertrude Stein. Vastly superior! Papa H, you were an ass, and a sucky writer too.
Ehh, this one is not as easy as it might seem.
Tooled-up, smiling, pretend to agree. Hee-hee.
Maybe! Or something else, later. I THINK HYPHENATED WORDS COUNT. I TOTALLY THINK THEY DO! Hey, I’m the one who’s tooled up, who’s gonna argue with me?
image – Nick Harris on Flickr, licence https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/2.0/
So, what week are we on again? *whistles* well, time flies! Moving on, in any case:
Zumba for this week! (Or eight weeks ago, whatevs…)
- I gotta make myself a pair of angel wings. Ehhhhh really? MORE ORIGAMI? Well tell you what: I’ve got a poem halfway ready to go, about angel wings. Serendipitous, no? I think that counts. I THINK THAT COUNTS.
- Also: get a hold of three poems by Rumi, and read ’em. Yeah, I can do that all right.
- Aaaand I have to eat lunch somewhere ‘unusual’. Considering I rarely eat any meal on time, and generally graze randomly on whatever’s in the fridge, I think just having a formal cooked meal at the dinner-table would count for this one.
image – Lavendar’s Legacy https://www.flickr.com/photos/soloflight/ licence https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/2.0/
Yeah, you didn’t get it wrong, and you’re not having hallucinations. (Knock off the gin a bit, though. It’s getting to be a problem.)
It’s a robin in a flower-hat.
What? Man, it’s fucking tough posting a blogpost every day! You try it!
You can expect a whole lotta cute animals in titfers over the next few days. And you are welcome!
image – Scott Koon https://www.flickr.com/photos/skoon/ licence https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.0/
Ta-dah! Here we are, somewhere around week 15 of the year so far, and…. er… well, my resolutions are good. Here I am, catching up with my weekly (!) blogging about the exercises and projects involved in reading Ms Grout’s ‘Art and Soul, Reloaded‘.
So. Week 6, then. *coughs* Ms Grout’s essay for this chapter is about the practice of daily blogging. A practice she is fairly faithful to, for anyone else who reads https://pamgrout.com/. Much more faithful than I am, at any rate! And the task assigned, for this chapter, is to start a blog. *coughs again* Well, as we all know, starting something is the easy part…
Oh, I missed a bit. The complete task is to start a blog – job done, there. And to blog every day, for a week. Oh hell…
image – Hans Splinter https://www.flickr.com/photos/archeon/ licence https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/2.0/
This one? This one’s an alternate cover for ‘Even A God Of War Pays Overdue Fees‘… Grecian, godlike, nude…
I wouldn’t quite describe it as NSFW, but I wouldn’t submit it to Amazon either… you never know… Or not without making the supplementary text a WHOLE lot bigger, right?
image – Nagarjun Kandukuru https://www.flickr.com/photos/nagarjun/, licence https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/
image – Marina Aguiar https://www.flickr.com/photos/12725519@N07/ under licence https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/ and modified using a Canva element.
Like it? Pretty! This is today’s alternate cover, for my fluffy romance title ‘Cupcake Kissin”. Read on…
Caspar is a new post-grad with no money, no job, no boyfriend and no options. Then his sweet old aunt Gertie leaves him a cupcake bakery in her will. It’s based in LA, with a starry clientele, in the shape of gorgeous soap star Mack – who has a snooty academic boyfriend, but seems to like Caspar more than he should. Has Caspar inherited more than he bargained for?
Cupcake Kissin’ is FREE to read here on the blog or downloadable HERE!
Fifth chapter of ‘Art and Soul, Reloaded’, and my efforts at the tasks set by Ms Grout. Wow. Seems like this is really a thing, at this point.
This week’s chapter is called – oh, fortuitously – Dare To Be Mediocre. And the essay part, the bit of inspiration from Ms Grout before the actual tasks, is about how if you let go of an anxious worry about producing perfect results, then you’re free to fly, to take action.
Oh, my. Has she seen my wolfy drawings? It’s like this chapter was written just for me!
Moving on – right along! The main task for this week’s chapter is, I quote, ‘Come up with the title (just the title) of your forthcoming memoir’.
Ehhh. I do love a memoir. By almost anyone. Don’t matter if you’re a filing clerk with a couple of pugs and your most exciting hobby is joining the local Gilbert & Sullivan society. Still love ’em.
Ehhh, so, – ‘Under The Bus’, I think. Yeah. Yeah. We’ll go with that.
I guess now is the time for that promised simply appalling wolf drawin’, right? Seein’ as how it fits with this week’s subject, and all. Boy, it’s difficult to pick the least worst, though. They’re all pretty bad.
Hey! As a thumbprint it doesn’t look too bad! I’ll have you know.
image – Internet Archive Book images https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/ licence https://www.flickr.com/commons/usage/
Here, a daily book-cover for one of my titles, just like I promised, in the holy names of Pam Grout and creativity! Or, er, not very daily at all. And this book cover could only be classed as creative by a very, very generous soul. Seeing as it’s an image sourced on Flickr and a pretty font, and, er, that’s about it.
In my defence:-
a) I tried to draw a wolf yesterday and, oh my Lord. It’s been a long time, but I used to at least be halfway competent at getting a likeness. This is going to be a long, long row to hoe…
and b) I think I’m coming down with the flu, or at least a flu-type bug of some type. So yah boo *snivels* I want ginger tea and liquorice and *sneezes* a cheerful cry of sweet sodding buggery to actual writing and drawing and all that palaver.
Not, mind you, that I am going to be hiding my half-hearted scribbles of the lupine sort permanently away from the universe. No – I will post at least the least-worst one, though that’s not saying much. Not today, though. Dear reader, you might be able to take it, but me, I’m in a delicate state, and today I can’t.
So have a pretty picture by some long-dead geezer’s hand, with some curly writing on it, instead.
On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft by Stephen King
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
I read it a long time ago, and to the best of my memory I just didn’t agree with at least half of King’s assertions. But you can’t argue with his sales, and The Dead Zone is one of my favourite books ever. He’s got to know what he’s doing!
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Oh! You want more ideas? What you think this is, an idea-shop?
Yeah, yeah it is. You want fries with that?
a) Grab your crafting box, get out the beads. If you don’t got no beads, break apart the necklaces you don’t like. Voila! Beads! Make earrings, decorate t-shirts… make creepy little beaded voodoo dollies. Do a little voodoo on your ex-boyfriend. Not too evil.
b) Find something broken in your home. Either throw it out, mend it, or use it to make something else. ETA: don’t break something just in order to have something to use! Unless, you know… you wanna.
c) Go through your pile of to-be-thrown-out newspapers and magazines, make a collage. Make a my-life-in-five-years collage. Include a Tesla!
Ha, think I’ve got the hang of this… oh no, that was the last one of the week!
image – ~Dominic Tootell https://www.flickr.com/photos/dominictootell/ licence https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.0/ not altered.