Friday, April 12, 2002
added some pictures
For anyone still interested, or who didn't see them on the other site, I put up some pictures of my brand-new huge black journal that I just took pics of.
I (heart) my new journal. I (heart) gel pens and black paper and having an excuse to play with things because they're new and exciting and don't have that Same Old Socks feeling that journals get after you've had them for too long and they don't really feel relevant to your life anymore but you keep using them and darning the holes in them because you remember your mother talking about the depression and how kids in third-world countries would be glad to have socks and you just feel too damn wasteful of paper and the rainforests to not use the rest of it up.
Well, dammit, I broke the mold and invested in a huuuuuuge journal from Turtle Arts here in town (run by a friend of mine), and plan to use it because it's NEWNEWNEW baybee. I'm sitting here with my $30 blank book and same amount of pens (probably), listening to the CD Dreama sent me that I lovelovelove and the one that Annax sent me that I lovelovelove for different reasons, hyped up on caffeine and determined to fill this thing up with my useless ramblings before watching "Serendipity", which I rented after going letterboxing earlier today.
I'm also trying for the world's record in run-on sentences. Who needs periods, anyway?
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Posted by beth @ 08:30 PM PST [Link]
Sunday, April 7, 2002
long time now
I still want to switch over to Moveable Type. I just have had neither the time nor the impetus to do so. It's been one of those periods of time where you look back and are continually boggled by the sheer amount of crap you've been doing, and can't quite believe that you made it through it without either collapsing or going totally bonkers.
In my own case, I credit Ben and Jerry's "Karamel Sutra" ice cream, and long walks by Lake Union in order to both clear my head/refine my thoughts and work off all the Ben and Jerry's.
I did not get the job I was up for. In the end, they hired someone with more experience and very nicely asked me if they could keep my resume on file for the customer service manager position. Despite my urge to scream and kick like a five year old, and to tell them to shove my resume somewhere it could do some good -- I smiled and said that was okay, and promptly came home and cried on Ben for awhile. Unless I want to either a) drive a bus, which is about as appealing as licking a cheese grater, or b) work retail, which pays about as much as licking that cheese grater in front of a studio audience....there's just jack sh*t available here in Seattle for work right now. With Boeing layoffs and the dot-com crash, it's damn near a ghost town for the unemployed.
So after a good long 'bout of tears (and a fair bit of that kicking and screaming), Ben looked at me and asked me why I didn't really make a go of art. I informed him that art is a nice hobby, but I wouldn't want to count on it for rent every month. He promptly shut me up and informed me that if I managed it like a business, had some goals and stuff, I very well could make rent with it.
Long story short: ArtFest was Friday. Handed out so many zines that my head was spinning. Got orders. Promo-ed the new Altered Book book (website pending), and got orders (a lot of orders, no less). Found that the product I'm working on has a market for it. Talked to people who -are- making rent, and loving every minute of it.
Someone also puffed my head up real good by telling me that I could write about dirt and they'd buy it. Ben's thrilled. I'm pretty much comatose from overstimulation.
I'm writing IQ #6 this week, laying it out next week, and mailing it ASAP after that. The altered book books are going fast, and I may have to re-think that 100-copy-limited-edition thing, just to get all the orders I have right -now- filled. (*swooon*)
Needless to say, I'm behind on my personal correspondence, and until my business plan is done (in four weeks), I'm going to be pretty darn busy. Please don't think I don't like you anymore if my snail or e-mail is way late to you. I'm just trying to get this thing off the ground, and it's time-consuming and crazy-making, and really damn fun.
I think I've found my calling, folks. It's about time.
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the self-employed. For real. :)
Posted by beth @ 09:02 PM PST [Link]
