I would, once in awhile, not mind a straight route. A to B. I’ve wondered if the absence of straight routes for me is not solely attributable to non-linear-ism, but my repeated stubborn failure to do outlines. I’ve tried to stick to the plan, to commit to organizing things and not straying anywhere else, but even in the middle of them – ooh! – comes another idea, another little path.
Point is, I was all ready to post a blog yesterday when I started working on ONE more card. I had nine. 10. Ten seemed the number I should have.
I could NOT make the grammar sit up right and keep from fidgeting. This picture I added is actually my improvement. (Hmm. I think I should make mistakes singular and add the right article and … except, I like the idea of a LOT of mistakes. Maybe I’ll just let it be what it is.)
I didn’t set out to do greeting cards but when enough people say, ‘These would make great, etc. etc.’ it’s hard to not eventually reply: well, ok, then. Besides, what’s not to like about having a wide range of products to take over all the surface areas in your home?
My neighbor dropped in when I started them and made a face. ‘Oh, I don’t think so. Who would I give that to?’
‘I don’t know,’ I said because I really didn’t know. I’m way over getting defensive – well, except for a little bit. I can get a little bit defensive. The lack of enthusiasm will show up. Anyone who even tiptoes into creative or artistic pursuits of any kind has to just accept it.
My neighbor clearly wouldn’t give one of my cards. But I would. Not because they’re mine (although that’s as good a reason as any), but because I can’t give a card that’s got platitude written all over it. Literally.
A few weeks ago, we bought a gorgeous arrangement of orchids, a gesture of condolence for a neighbor who suffered a death in her family. The florist pointed us to rack besides the register with an assortment of complimentary cards. It took longer for me to go through the options than to choose the flowers. Everything and anything written on them made my head squirm. A. had to step in and pick.
So. Maybe someone else out there wants something else out there. My cards will wait for people who want them. They are not cards that get from A to B quickly, but … they get there.
I think that’s enough for today, don’t you?