I’ve got a piece in the Spec today – about a joint initiative between McMaster and the YMCA.
It’s a pretty amazing program full of determined participants and it really drives home the overwhelming importance of physical activity/the fact that you have no excuse not to be getting some. Especially today, when it’s supposed to be seven degrees out there. Take a walk!
Considering I’m going away shortly, I should be focussed on tying loose ends up rather than collecting them like some sort of obsessive.
However, this is the way of freelance work (raining, pouring, old men snoring…or something to do with raining and pouring anyway), so yesterday I accepted a custom order and jammed it through the four-hour window required to ensure it arrives in time for the weekend.
Oh, and all wrapped in my beautiful new shipping materials even! I love sending fancy mail.
A bunch more writing to work on this week, but first? Surf’s up on Ontario and it’s work-related so I don’t even have to feel bad about “not working.”
Not going to lie here – I’m a little worried about this because the forecast says something about seven foot waves and I am comfortable with a maximum of five, but maybe I can flounder about in the mushy stuff near the shore if it’s too intense? Please let there be mushy stuff near the shore…
On any given day, I love the mail.
But I love it even more when it contains things like this…
A poem I’ve been submitting here, there and everywhere over the last few months is going to be published in an upcoming issue of The Antigonish Review.
I’m quite psyched about it, not only because I love this journal specifically, but also because this is one of the first poems I’ve ever submitted anywhere and, until yesterday, I’d never had the kind of feedback that gave any sense of whether or not I was even “doing poetry right.”
As such, I’d been feeling a little flounder-y about the art because I’ve never studied it in an intense academic fashion and I only read a handful of poets’ work and I haven’t written much of it (with the exception of a number of angst-filled teenage years during the 90s when I was at least prolific if nowhere near proficient) besides the collection this one came from – a series of pieces about Canada’s national parks and natural spaces.
So yes. This is hugely exciting. And hopefully indicative of the fact that I’m not wasting my time if I write more. And I will try to take Sean’s advice and remember it the next time I am rejected, rather than sighing and concluding that this most recent rejection means I’m a no-good, unpublishable, sad-sack sorry excuse for a writer.
I know the site has been pretty lacklustre this week but I’ve been focussed on research and writing and getting things arranged for my upcoming trip to New York and none of that translates into anything very visually stimulating.
I did, however, manage to finish off this week’s big studio project – the canoe repro.
So there’s that.
I’m taking it pretty easy here today on Family Day (sorry to those of you who don’t have it), but I did get into to the studio to work on a painting – a reproduction of one I did years ago.
It’s Trudeau’s canoe (the one on display at the Canadian Canoe Museum) and it’s going to be used as a mag illustration for a piece (not mine) that makes my heart sing. More information to come…
I tried to take a photo of a pair of custom earrings I’m shipping out today but the light was gone by the time I finished and the picture turned out sub-par.
Instead, here is Jess‘s much-better-lit photo of her tasty Garden Window Co. loose leaf tea – a little extra I’m now sending out with Etsy purchases.
Steep yourself a pot before we’re into summer and tea-drinking isn’t the cozy and pleasurable experience it is during February!
Short and sweet – I’ve been writing all day so there’s not much (besides handfuls of my own hair) to show for it.
All night, however? GritLIT launch party at The Baltimore House. It’s Poe-themed and promises to be a good time. Find out who we’re having to the Hammer during the literary festival this March AND get your Thursday night fill of your favourite goth.
Wander over, weak and weary, wet your whistle and wind down from this crazy day.
FINALLY! My order arrived from Sticker Robot today and they look sa-weet.
Glossy and weather-proof and with sharp, clear graphics.
Now all I need is for someone to pick something up from the shop and give me a reason to use them!
Another perk to ordering these days? I’m going to start throwing some sweet treats into the deal. Without giving too much away, you might end up addicted to Hamilton’s own Garden Window Co.
Hey, Internet! Happy Valentine’s Day! Sorry, I’m not grinch enough to say I don’t like any and all excuses to be celebratory and I’ve been happy to find dog-featuring valentines hidden all over the house today – some attached to chocolate, some to flowers, some to magazines.
Moving on – during Friday’s Art Crawl, I picked up a Colette Pattern from Needlework.
It says BEGINNER on the front and the instructions look straightforward enough so today I cut a tissue-paper Peony dress.
Over the weekend, I snapped up a few meters of fabric from Value Village to practice on (tip: if you lack faith in your sewing abilities, I strongly recommend this. Value V has tonnes of fabric and you can get 2-3 M for $3. Much cheaper, and less heart-breaking, than making your mistakes on the good stuff). If I can get that out of the way this weekend, I’m going to pick up an Ikat-esque fabric Needlework carries and start the real deal next week.