I know, I know. You don’t hear from me for months and then you get 2 emails in as many days. Well . . . I did mention that I was going to make a ‘Get It Done Fun Days‘ pin for each of my Pinterest boards and that’s what seems to have happened. Not in the way I intended and not for the board I was planning on, but that’s what happens when you stop twiddling your thumbs and take the next step.
I didn’t have a client yesterday morning and felt at a bit of a loss as to what to do. After a lot of harrumphing, sighing and general inner whinging my eye fell on a decidedly unattractive painting on the wall. The last time I visited it I’d tried to remedy it’s unattractiveness by tearing up some index pages from an A to Z atlas and sticking them on to it. It didn’t work.
But then, in a separate twiddling thumbs waiting for the muse incident I picked at the bits that weren’t properly stuck down and ripped them off leaving more jaggedy space in between. Better I thought.
So, yesterday, I’m staring into space when my eyes land on those bits of paper and I think – I know, I’ll stick on some of that Hebrew writing I found in a book on Sunday. So off I go to find the book.
Fast forward an hour or so and I’m sitting with a discarded pile of torn pages having been distracted by the words on the first page that were just screaming out to be turned into a blackout poem.
Put that scream together with the ‘make a pin for every board’ idea and you get:
such a profusion
there was no room for more.
But the impetus for
they took up again
the creative process
Is that not bloody spot on for a ‘Get It Done Fun Days’ pin? Yep. I thought so too. Feeling very smug I was.
So then I moved on to decorating the page. I wasn’t so thrilled with how that bit turned out but it’s my first attempt so it was good enough. And there you have the good news – a very apt blackout poem that flowed from twiddly thumbs – hoorah!
Cue music – “And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like . . .”
Actually I didn’t really say something stupid, just “oh s**t”.
I spilled my wine on my beautiful new poem. Yep. I S P I L L E D M Y B L O O D Y W I N E O N I T before even a drop had touched my lips. Klutz!
And as if that wasn’t enough I noticed I’d doodled my connecting lines in the wrong place. Bloody, bloody, bloody . . . and I’d been feeling so smug.
Wine stain. Bad news. Boo!
So . . . now I’m working on getting over my huge disappointment before this morning’s first ‘Get It Done’ session . . .
Right . . . that’s me over it!
One board down and way too many to think about to go.