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The end of a large task (first drafting novels, for instance) is typically followed by that gap of looking around wondering what to do with oneself, as all the little puttery things that need doing don't have any procrastination structure to fit them into. I have plenty of directions, but no particular reason to choose one over another, and a day full of laundry and emptying the dishwasher may well be useful, but doesn't feel like accomplishing anything. The clothes and dishes will be dirty again soon enough, after all. Possibly I shall go out and build some soil, though I'd really rather leave that until the construction people really are completely done.
At any rate, I got all inspired and made something new for the Terri Windling auction, and people have actually bid on it, which is nice.
Still life with novel, timer, tea, and garden egg:
( and one of the silly plastic dolls, if you're interested in what I was on about the other day )
At any rate, I got all inspired and made something new for the Terri Windling auction, and people have actually bid on it, which is nice.
Still life with novel, timer, tea, and garden egg:
( and one of the silly plastic dolls, if you're interested in what I was on about the other day )
