Light blogging this week and I’m off to my sister’s wedding, so no posts this weekend.
There have been no major happenings on the writing front. I’m still chugging along on that not-so-short story (probably 7K when done). I had wanted to complete it before leaving, but I’ve been too distracted this week (packing, mentally preparing for the long drive, explaining patiently to the littles for the thousandth and one time why we cannot just leave for our trip right this second, etc etc).
OTOH, I have dabbled in some non-writing creative endeavors. I finished a sketch of a Chinese actress I think is just gorgeous*. Sir I. and I sat down to a lesson out of Drawing with Children, and goodness! I am just so impressed with the bird he drew. It looks like a real bird. With a beak and feathers and everything. The kids and I drew and painted Russian-esque buildings. Sir I. made a Baba Yaga-inspired house collage, complete with antlers and eggs for a tail and a random head.
And we finally got someone over to tune our piano today. Of course I couldn’t resist pulling out my Fool’s Guide to the Piano for Complete and Total Musically-Inept Dummy Beginners (Yeah, That’s You) book and spent twenty or so minutes doing right hand and left hand warmups (ie: training my fingers to respond to serial numbers instead of Twinky or Pinky or whatever cutesy names they call themselves). Oh, piano. Where have you been all my life? Plunking out Ode to Joy sends me into such raptures.
(And now since I am clearly getting very silly, I must end quickly and retire to my sleeping couch. All of these ramblings where just to say that simple projects, fun with my kids and even the most basic musical exercises can be so satisfying to my creative urges, For once, I am content to not be perfect.)
* I mean the actress is gorgeous. My sketch of her–meh.