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Still not done any Scary Hard Bits in bookbinding. I am doing a fair bit of reminding myself that if I fuck up any stage of it, and I probably will because I am pretty sure it's quite hard to make an entire book, this is perfectly normal and that is how learning things works and I should not flee in shame or cry in a corner. Derek the Master Bookbinder was being very nice about my sewing abilities, for he clearly senses my neurosis and greets me with a Big Friendly Smile when I arrive and such in a way which is very pleasing because it is nice to know that people think of such things. Learnage is not moving that rapidly because of there being so many people requiring assistance etc, but that is better than rushing madly in and getting horribly ahead of myself.
I have started making holes in the sections of Book Two, although I did not get very far because of having to beetle off to therapy. Book Two does not yet have a name, unless "Book Two" counts and it should not because it is a bit pants.
I hope I get to do the bit with hammers quite soon. It is fantastic that there is a bit with hammers.
I have to make a list of my self-destructive thoughts for next week. Obviously not for bookbinding, that would be weird. I think it could be interesting. I may start writing more generalised How Thoughts Work posts, for which there is the disclaimer that it will not be me saying that this is how all thoughts work for all people, just me stepping back a little bit from the sordid detail and trying to form some sort of framework for my half-arsed analysis of how my head works and how it would be healthier for it to work.
I shall have tea now and sleep. Or read. Reading is good and there can be a guinea pig who snuggles up in my bed and/or tries to eat my book.
I have started making holes in the sections of Book Two, although I did not get very far because of having to beetle off to therapy. Book Two does not yet have a name, unless "Book Two" counts and it should not because it is a bit pants.
I hope I get to do the bit with hammers quite soon. It is fantastic that there is a bit with hammers.
I have to make a list of my self-destructive thoughts for next week. Obviously not for bookbinding, that would be weird. I think it could be interesting. I may start writing more generalised How Thoughts Work posts, for which there is the disclaimer that it will not be me saying that this is how all thoughts work for all people, just me stepping back a little bit from the sordid detail and trying to form some sort of framework for my half-arsed analysis of how my head works and how it would be healthier for it to work.
I shall have tea now and sleep. Or read. Reading is good and there can be a guinea pig who snuggles up in my bed and/or tries to eat my book.