Still working on The Spark book. Probably the most boring subject matter you’ve been reading about on here lately, but it’s been quite the task. So I’m writing about it. I was up at 5:30 a.m. again – chopping paper in the garage (studio) so I wouldn’t get stuck doing it after the blazing sun popped up and lit my dreadlocks on fire. Have I mentioned how hot it’s been? And humid too – yuck! So I finally got all the pages measured and cut, including the fly pages!
Suddenly my To-do list went from short and sweet – maybe even a bit boring – to a small mountain pile of plans. This is not too bad, really. There are still no deadlines here. I am being good about that – disallowing them that is. But I do want to get moving on the ideas I am excited about. The only real obstacle, if I can even call it that, is finishing up projects that I’ve already started. Like, The Spark.
You may remember me writing about how I’d have a new Artist’s book out by now called, The Spark? But I’ve dragging my feet for obvious reasons. Well, good thing I didn’t pre-sell any. I’ve been working on them recently and realized they just weren’t right. So now I am starting all over — from scratch.
It’s been something like another ten days of continuous rapid cycling. Somehow, this roller coaster manages to fall into the downward direction more often than not, and yet somehow, I am still hopeful? What’s up with that? I don’t know how that works exactly, but it’s how I’ve been cranking along these past couple of days — knock on wood, lightly anyway. And might as well knock to the beat of Love Rollercoaster, the original one by Ohio Players. That is, the track off the album, not the tamed down single. The difference in the lyrics are like night and day.
Art-wise, nothing. Seriously. Sorry. Okay, I have done a couple of short sittings on this, which has literally been taking me a year? Jeez!
