I haven’t blogged for so long, I think I’ve forgotten how!
I’ve been busy doing this…
which resulted in this…
and you would think that would be good fodder for a blog post, but I’m not quite ready to go there yet. Creating “Mermaid’s Tears” for the Liverpool International Theatre Festival was an epic journey, fraught with drama and emotion. Suffice to say… we done good, you. I may blog about the whole adventure some day, just… not today.
Do you know what happens, though, when a big project ends?
A hole. A vacuum where all the energy and pulse and excitement that existed for the previous project swirls around like lonely sheep looking for a shepherd. Like ants looking for sugar. Like ticks looking for a warm body…
Max has lyme disease.
He’s fine… I think. Medicated, loved, carried outside to pee when all of his wee limbs seized up stiff like little sticks. Treat your dogs, peeps! And don’t toss your children into swamps and meadows. Dangers abound! Jeep seems fine… good thing, no one wants a stiff weiner…
Here is Jeep, with his summer reading pick. An EXCELLENT book, if you’re looking for something wonderful to tide you through to July…
And the puppies are fine.
And I am looking for new projects.
I have Novel Number Four on the go but it SUCKS ASS. I’m in that sad tween state in the writing process where EVERYTHING SUCKS and everything I write is EMBARRASSINGLY ASS-ININE. I want to finish it, but then I write lines like:
“He wandered through the halls of his mind like a mental patient looking for a bedpan.”
…and I know my writing career is over.
So… today I did this:
Which was fun, and something quick and easy I can do with my Art class. White glue, food color, salt. Easy-peasy. It’s June, and the creative juices are flowing quite slowly in the Art room…
And I started this. A new Marilyn. Actually it started like this:
And then progressed to this:
And now this is standing in my living room:
She’s eventually going to look like this, from “Gentlemen Prefer Blondes”:
We’ll see how it goes. Let’s hope it doesn’t suck as bad as my writing.
Oh… and I’m also cooking a coyote carcass. I won’t post any pictures of that, because it kind of looks like I’m cooking a dog, and I fear I won’t be invited to any parties if people think I’m cooking dogs in my backyard. I do have access to enough dogs that one or two gone missing wouldn’t be a big deal… but this is a road kill coyote carcass donated by my friend HM.
Me: HM, I’d love to have some bones for my Art class.
HM: Would a coyote do?
Me: OH MY GOD YES, THAT’S SO COOL!
HM: I’ll be on the lookout for one for ya. Find ‘em on the road sometimes.
My Love: Really? Seriously? That’s weird. You’re weird.
Me: COYOTE BONES WOULD BE SO COOL!
My Love: Why can’t you just collect shoes, like a normal girl?
Me: Where’s that big metal pot…
It is NOT weird to be cooking a coyote carcass on a sunny afternoon.
It’s all part of my quest to be The Coolest Art Teacher EVER. Have you ever drawn a coyote skull?
I can’t wait to see the looks of delight on the children’s faces.
Forget food coloring and salt!
We’re drawing road kill!
Is it June yet? Yes?
Just in the nick of time…