jaeleslie

Today I cleaned off the computer desk, and then got clear down through the paper explosion on the drawing table to where I found the list of all the weekly projects I thought I might try to work on for the last eight weeks, and haven't. Not one of them.

And I'm feeling particularly useless today, because I spent a ridiculous amount of time the last few days reading through the last three of the Anita Blake novels I had left, excusing this relative inactivity because I've been feeling so lousy physically that lying on the sofa in a codeine haze has been really the recommended treatment. (Shooting pains in my hands, forearms, and shoulders, if you really want to know.)

So I haven't quite got around to cutting all the mats I planned to, either, and instead have goofed around today answering email. Soon it will be time to panic as usual about the art fair coming up Saturday, except I really can't be bothered. What I have done in that department, as of Monday, is decide on the size and color and order the half-dozen frames I need for some of the pieces I painted last summer, which will arrive Friday. (Then panic.)

And while I haven't been getting all those things done, I have driven a couple friends around the Fall Art Tour out Baraboo way all day Sunday; worked out again Monday; finished my twelve-page semiannual commentzine for Turbo, copied and delivered yesterday, together with the most time-consuming Turbo cover I have ever designed and executed (approximately 80 colored stickers carefully placed in a pattern on each of 25 copies); then dawdled around Tuesday afternoon at the raku firing, where I had a crackle-glaze pot come out nicely, and got to lecture briefly while we waited through the firing in response to the eternal question, What Is PostModernism? for the perplexed.

Spaghetti sauce and broccoli to steam are ready on the stove, and an apple-cranberry pie in the oven. So while maybe I am not the Queen of Everything, it could be that I am the Mistress of Quite A Lot.