Thursday, January 10, 2013
What Is "Real" Work Anyway?
I went to the studio a couple of times this week. My friend Judi decided, after a seven or so year break from clay, to return to it. So we went together. I worked on little piddly things, clay doodles, nothing I'll even follow through on, like those beads above from more stamps that I carved. Anyway, no matter that I didn't get any "real" work done; I was there mostly as moral support for Judi.
I also ordered a few new books: Danny Gregory's new book A Kiss Before You Go: An Illustrated Memoir of Love and Loss, Akira Kurosawa's Something Like An Autobiography, Cheryl Strayed's Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar, Tim Winton's Cloudstreet, and David Mitchell's Cloud Atlas. That last one was one that Dave put in the Amazon cart but now that I look at it (and at the author's bio), I might delve in.
Gotta meet my new year's quota.
Right now I'm in the middle of two Mark Twain novels, The Mysterious Stranger (in which Satan arrives in a tiny Austrian village and hijinks ensue, etc) and A Double Barreled Detective Story (in which Sherlock Holmes finds himself in the American west to visit his nephew Fetlock Holmes).
I can't decide if re-reads are a cheat or not--leaning towards not, in which case I'll soon be re-making my way through Betty Smith's A Tree Grows in Brooklyn and Maggie Now, and all the Annie Dillard we have in the house (For the Time Being, An American Childhood, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek, Teaching a Stone to Talk, and The Writing Life). After that, I'll probably go ahead and order whatever of hers we don't have.
And, lessee, on the non-book front:
This little scamp is slowly getting better and is adapting nicely to his new home. I miss him (unlike the mice in the studio who don't miss him at all), but I'm glad he's landed in a nice soft spot for the time being.
The same should be true of all of us, no?
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