I always wondered . . . is there a downhosltery? I don’t mean holstery filled with down; I mean, is there such a thing as downholstery? If not, where does the term upholstery come from? I ask because the etymology of the word makes little sense to me. “They” say it comes from tradesmen who used to hold up their product.
Such are the things I ponder at odd times when not specifically committed to being just plain awesome. I ponder a lot.
Here we are in the seventh post, and I’m still enjoying these. For one, I like the unfettered nature of the creative process. Pretty much whatever I want . . . as long as it’s a photo, a cartoon, and a doodle.
As will be seen below, I’m still liking Topaz Studio and the Digital Frame plugin. I wish it had a few other options, but I can get pretty close to what I envision and do so with little effort.
I could get the name of the plant, but I’m too lazy. This one is in the parking lot where we currently live. The sun was hitting it in a peculiar way and I liked the contrast (slightly enhanced here for effect).
I may have to modify the signature a bit to have it fall solely on the matting and thus enhancing the illusion of a framed print.
I thought this would have been a decent joke for a few days ago, but since I just came across it, here you go . . .
As a small update, I’m editing both of my novels; Hybrid and Gin’s War. When I finish, I plan to make a focused push to get someone to at least read them (so far, agent rejections are based on reading a small sample). Failing that, I’ll plan to self-publish them (on the cheap).
I also really need to get back to writing short stories. Pretty much everything I have has been rejected in multiple places. I’m really not all that optimistic for reasons I’ve listed before, but I’ll keep trying. Again, at some point, I’ll self-publish those as well (also on the cheap).
I also plan on taking a few courses on drawing and I might start reading again . . . but, honestly, I’m losing the drive; for the amount of time I spent reading last year, I have maybe two books I sort of liked but neither are books I would read again. That is a huge time investment for very little return.
Not only did I not enjoy a lot of what I read, but I didn’t think most of it was particularly well-executed. Now, granted, I’m reading mostly books that are published through Amazon, but that’s because a lot of what traditional publishers offer hold little interest for me.
It seems, then, it makes more sense for me to write as opposed to read as much as I can. In part, I was reading to see what published books (with some sales success) look like. Color me unimpressed. Then again, it’s likely the same will be said about my books.
Just a reminder: not complaining; not considering myself a victim; not thinking the universe has it in for me and my books. Just thinking aloud.
And finally, a doodle . . . I’m not yet at the point where I’m tired of these . . . great for me because I enjoy making them, but it sucks for my readers who find these boring. What can I say? Seriously, what can I say?
And . . . that’s it
Some of these posts will likely be longer as the mood hits me, but most will be thus; short, uninteresting, bland, and relentless.
You can read about Project 313 HERE.
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