Oddly I measured up my work, and I had somehow managed to calculate the exact centre of my work despite the fabric being incorrect. I am astonished. So a rather violent flower that I was using as a center of the seat, which should have been entirely incorrect, after I corrected the fabric anomalies, was in the right place.
This is not the first time I have somehow managed to do something like this. I frequently find that if I am using one colour, I calculate exactly the correct amount without having to think about it. I guess at least I am good at something.
Right now, the piece is looking dreadful. This is normal. I also have a stack of half finished handbags, and the shoes are still in the early stages. I have an awful lot of work to do before I start on the more serious books.
I am also waiting for the American Tax Office to get back to me, which takes some weeks. This is a bore, but I do have to reshoot a lot of the artwork for the higher resolution print covers and do some editing, so I have a lot of work to do to make Ina work properly as I was more concerned with getting started at all for the first few years. It is not a good idea to fanfare when there is so much to learn at once.
I have another story to write about last summer. It is not directly related to the Brats. I do not know why this has caused quite so much trauma creativity. I guess I was feeling particularly raw because of my mother.
I think I may also write about the disaster that came before it, which is an interesting political story. I will see how I feel, but at least I am developing good habits.
I cannot tell you how nice it is to actually learn something as I work, and how nice it is to work without having to deal with more numpties. I would like to meet someone that is relatively pleasant reasonably soon, however, so I am looking into doing some public speaking in a different industry sector, just to develop some useful skills.
Life is rather uphill for the next month or two, just to get a couple of things out and available, and I am effectively launching three businesses over the next few months, although I plan to make them rather low key, so it is neither an expensive nor loud operation. I have taken to pottering rather than yelling, and then seeing how things go. It may seem crazy in this day and age, but I prefer to make mistakes quietly.
I will return to the egg show at the weekend, but until then I will be tucked up in bed working on some international stuff. It is not nearly as glamorous as it sounds.
I am so sick of BS. I don’t see why life should be difficult or complicated. I find it quite simple.
Ina
