I am turning into wallpaper before your eyes
Quickie:
Today is a day to put your new ideas to action. Roll up your sleeves, get to work.
Overview:
This opportunity is too good to pass up. Even if you're just a little bit frightened at the magnitude of change it promises, you have to say yes -- chances like this just don't happen twice in a lifetime, you know.
Thesnarry_games has started up. It is absolutely fabulastic. I missed the first day as I was off at the beach with the family.
Agh, and my fic is already up. I know it's up and so far I've had some really good fb (I am actually in awe at it all...especially since a few of MY favorite writers have now read my stuff), but still I have a stomachful of butterflies. Why? I have no idea. Meep. But here it is: And Given Unto Me
I got my present from anti_christmas , *squees* Yes I love you, whoever you are: Probability (which involves A/C, Aziraphale/Famine, & what happens to the Horsepersons after the non-apocalypse...)
Tomorrow I have an awards ceremony (in which I graciously thank the little people and accept both the Studio Artist and English Literature awards with due grace) Then tomorrow night, art show opening! Zomg. I have five of my pieces in.
1 - conte crayon tree sketch
2 - huge watercolor
3 - woodblock print
4 - stoneware mask
5 - stoneware figural sculpture
Nervous? Hella yeah. But I still can't wait. It's so surreal to see something I've done hanging up there on the wall (or on one of the stands)
I have RL wangst. But I'm not going into it. Nothing can mess with my good mood. Nothing dammit.
Today is a day to put your new ideas to action. Roll up your sleeves, get to work.
Overview:
This opportunity is too good to pass up. Even if you're just a little bit frightened at the magnitude of change it promises, you have to say yes -- chances like this just don't happen twice in a lifetime, you know.
Thesnarry_games has started up. It is absolutely fabulastic. I missed the first day as I was off at the beach with the family.
Agh, and my fic is already up. I know it's up and so far I've had some really good fb (I am actually in awe at it all...especially since a few of MY favorite writers have now read my stuff), but still I have a stomachful of butterflies. Why? I have no idea. Meep. But here it is: And Given Unto Me
I got my present from anti_christmas , *squees* Yes I love you, whoever you are: Probability (which involves A/C, Aziraphale/Famine, & what happens to the Horsepersons after the non-apocalypse...)
Tomorrow I have an awards ceremony (in which I graciously thank the little people and accept both the Studio Artist and English Literature awards with due grace) Then tomorrow night, art show opening! Zomg. I have five of my pieces in.
1 - conte crayon tree sketch
2 - huge watercolor
3 - woodblock print
4 - stoneware mask
5 - stoneware figural sculpture
Nervous? Hella yeah. But I still can't wait. It's so surreal to see something I've done hanging up there on the wall (or on one of the stands)
I have RL wangst. But I'm not going into it. Nothing can mess with my good mood. Nothing dammit.