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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.
Eh. Three instructions for this week, and the first is to catch fireflies or make snow angels. Uhhhh… I don’t know where I could catch fireflies. I’m not sure it’s even the time of year for fireflies. And no snow here, bud.
Week 2 – the Zumba things from Pam Grout’s ‘Art & Soul, Reloaded’ are: inventing a new soup, naming a rock band, and painting my nails with ten different shades of nail polish. Darn, I don’t think I’ve even got two different nail polishes in the house! (I do have some acrylic paint, and watercolours, and silver spray paint too. Maybe… )
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soup – wow, this is easy. I invent new soup all the time. I’ll put sunflower sprouts in the soup I was already going to make, and call it – eh – Potage Tournesol. Fancy, huh? You could put that on a toney menu and no-one would question it.
aaand would you go see a band called Iceberg Slimfit? (Or buy jeans with that label?)
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I think I have some purplenail polish in the house… Time to go explore…
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ETA: urkle. didn’t know what a slimy nasty creeptwunt Pam Grout was at this point. #horriblepeople
I got Pam Grout’s new book, ‘Art and Soul, Reloaded‘ for Christmas. Lucky me! And since it’s structured in the form of weekly projects, I figure I will make a serious stab at them, and at finishing them by next New Year. Gotta try, right?
The first week’s project, as advised by Ms. Grout, is simply to log amount of time spent on social media for the week. Then to cut it in half, and spend the freed-up time on creative pursuits instead. And in addition, to come up with three new ideas a day. No matter how ridiculous!
Well, we’re already halfway through the week. So I’ll come up with my best estimate of the time I waste daily – say two hours. And, yes, make an effort to cut it down.
And today’s three ideas?
i) write a Gothic novel summary with a clown as the hero
ii) decorate a mug to celebrate a national holiday that doesn’t exist
This was a birthday gift to me, which I was a bit bemused by. (Doesn’t everyone interpret books as subliminal messages, given as gifts?) I found it a bit repetitive – the author certainly has a few mantras he leans on heavily, especially the bit about ‘recreating yourself in the grandest version of the greatest vision’ or something like that. A bit gobbledegooky if you ask me. Oh, and the ‘we are all one’. I do have a bit of a problem with that. Because even if it’s true at a higher level, it still doesn’t seem to matter. Don’t you still have to deal with your own personal little-i self, day to day?
I wasn’t exactly infuriated by this book, and I didn’t even disagree with it. I just find all of the Secret-type books inarguable, in the sense that it’s hard to argue with flat assertions that can’t be proven or disproven. It seems to me that any of the experiments they suggest may or may not be borne out by results. And one incident doesn’t prove much. But it does feel as if there’s always some work-around that explains away inconvenient results. Check out p. 183 for that here.
It’s very heavy on the self-promotion – which is fine, actually, except it takes up a lot of space in the book. I can’t quite buy what it’s selling, and maybe that’s why I’m not happier than God yet.
There are certain self-help/positive thinking/career or relationship advice/LOA books, where you just have to put the book down a minute and stop and think, “Are there really people out there who need this explaining to them?”
Yes, this is one of those. Despite that, it’s funny, quirky, fun to read, and probably serves a useful purpose for the more credulous and easily-gulled amongst us. The movie wasn’t bad, too.
The inaugural post in an occasional series! (I was going to call it Random Element, and then I thought no, let’s honour the fantabulous sf short story by John Wyndham. Excellent, recommended, go forth and read it!)
In this series, I’ll take a random element – words out of a random word generator online, out of a casually grabbed book, a snatch of conversation on the radio – and interpret them. Or possibly interpret the results of inputting these few random terms into the searchbox of a website – Twitter or Youtube or any one of a number of others. Interpret, in the sense of give meaning to them, a nudge from the Universe, a voice in the (tinfoil-hatted) head, a prod between the shoulderblades.
I love Ralph. Let me get that straight from the start. But! 11.44 on this here vid – ‘I wake up every day with a bunch of grapes in my mouth’.
What is it with motivational/LoA/religious speakers and humungous out-of-control runaway innuendo? Huh? Joel Osteen, too – ‘deposited something on the inside‘, lately, buddy? It’s like they don’t know they’re doing it – but how can they not know they’re doing it? Are they just adorably innocent? Are their ids conspiring against them? Is it all terribly Freudian?
(Actually I’m not sure Ralph doesn’t know he’s doing it. That’s a wicked little smirk on his handsome face there. Bless him.)
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