The foundry delivered the rest of the new pieces today – excitement! New birds rabbits squashies babies eggs, a minotaur, and four black-brown fauns that promise to be right bastards to photograph.
The other night I had a dream about Adam Ant. He had his own TV show and it was pretty good. Can’t remember the details, though. Maybe it’s because I’ve been watching Black Sails and have pirate fashions on the brain? (Music: Prince Charming. If anyone has ever wondered who Gwynn’s ultimate antcestor is, you might have your antswer.)
Speaking of, I reread Fragments from Ashamoil and it’s better than I remember. The plot could use some work, but at least there is plot. I remember I took the easier option at a couple of “what if” spots because I was trying to write quickly, and if I’m going to rewrite I should try the trickier but more exciting options – but it hangs together as it is, which isn’t a bad place to start from.
Making sculpture can be physically hard work. Ok, I’m not carving stone, but even bending thick armature wire and wrangling with hard modelling materials can sometimes be tiring. I think it would help if I were a bit stronger. So – pushups! I’ve been adding one a day, and have made it from… erm, 6 to 12. Knee pushups. And two real ones! Well, we all have to start somewhere…