I've recently come to one of those realizations. The ones that you think about and it's like the clouds part and heavenly choral music starts blasting from huge, randomly appearing rainbows. I was letting my mind wonder one day when I sudden came upon the realization that those who preach that, in order to be a writer, one must write every single day are either writing for a living or don't write at all.
Most people out there probably disagree with me, and that's fine. I'm sure some people need to write everyday. That's great. But some writers just can't, try as they might. This totally includes me. I have to let my ideas incubate until they're ready to be written and I can't just slam out some sentences and say I've written enough for the day. It just doesn't feel right to me. Perhaps I'll change, perhaps I won't. Just wanted to get that out there.
The twenty-eighth of June marked two months I've been working at my current job and I'm still enjoying it. It's like every other job, with ups and down and things I don't really like all that much and things I love. Being a bakery clerk isn't all that complex, so I'll skip the vivid descriptions of baking break and putting items on the markdown rack. Earlier in June (the seventh) I turned twenty-two. It doesn't feel much different than twenty-one, but I think I do feel a little older. My boyfriend and I went to Hawthorne and browsed all sorts of neat shops and had lunch at Fred Meyer. He also got me a sweet card and a totally killer embroidered yellow purse.
I've also been working more with polymer clay and figuring out I can make to put on Etsy. The Methodist church a few blocks away had this amazing craft sale and I scored big time. Like, tons of polymer clay (Super Sculpey, translucent Sculpey, the granite-looking Sculpey, a brick-sized block of plain white, about two dozen little packs of the colored kinds; it was just obscene), some push molds, and a few other little craft thingies for thirty bucks. Also included in that list was a large plastic jewelry case chock full of little jewelry findings, so I have no shortage of those. I've just been staring at the fruits of my crafty conquest, trying to figure out what to make. Definitely jewelry, but I'm not sure exactly what. Maybe some neat little rose earrings, or some random pins with eggplants or something on them. If anyone has any suggestions/requests, let me know and I'll see what I can do.
Oh, and the cat apparently loves peanut butter.
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