What's a Poppet?
Obviously, you don't follow Neil Gaiman's blog then. That's where I first learned about poppets and became hooked.
A poppet is a little (usually about 2 inches tall) sculpture by an amazing artist, Lisa Snellings. They are extremely cute and just a tad bit creepy. "Grotesque," says Giovanna. "In a good way." There are a couple who wander around my house. My first, Little Red, sits on my desk at work to inspire me in those moments I have to do something creative. She--I'm convinced that this one is a girl--waits patiently for me to acknowledge her. But sometimes she she draws my attention when I wasn't expecting it, trying to get me to "do the work".
The sale is this Saturday, March 28th on Lisa's eBay site Lisa's Store .
You can check out Lisa's other artwork (wish I had more disposable income, but I did just find out she does layaway) at Poppet Planet .
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Thursday, March 26, 2009
Monday, January 7, 2008
A Very Good Week
I probably should have posted this yesterday, but you know how I am when I get spun up about something.
My week off was wonderful. Even though I had a cold through most of it. I think that may have helped in strange way. I already posted about the wonderful hikes at the start of my mini-vacation. Those were followed by a visit to the Sunday group of CSFWG and, of course, dinner after. I considered rejoining the group, but realized it's me trying to fill up time again. So, sorry guys, you'll just have to put up with your perpetual visitor.
The non-writing group was fun on New Year's night, but they kinda bummed me out. Here I was, not having to get up early the next morning and the evening ended at 9:30. Two of the guys had to leave at 4 the next morning to go hunting in Texas. One of the hunters was the host. Dude! Ask be about the bourbon tasting, though. Yeesh.
The rest of the week I played sloth. One day my big project was baking a pie. Another it was reading the latest Poets & Writers Magazine. I have to say that by yesterday I was feeling pretty refreshed. The supposed point of vacation, but not the usual result.
It wasn't as glamorous or sunny or warm or sandy or turtley as Ali's groovy Mexican adventure, but it was just what I needed. And, yes, I feel like writing again.
By the way, groovy may be my new word. Fair warning. And the grooviest part of the week was getting an email from someone who actually kick-started this whole crazy writing thing. On New Year's Eve 1999, waiting for 2000 to happen and crash all the computers in world (Honestly, I was. I worked for MCI at the time and was on duty over night.), I was IMing with some of my Mystery Science Theater 3000 buddies. Courtney and I talked about her film classes. I said how much I admired her for going for her dreams. She asked me what mine were. I said, no surprise, that I would love to write. Her response was something along the lines of "So why don't you?" One of those ah ha moments.
So, here for at least my little corner of the world to see: Thank you, Courtney, for that kick in the hinder.
My week off was wonderful. Even though I had a cold through most of it. I think that may have helped in strange way. I already posted about the wonderful hikes at the start of my mini-vacation. Those were followed by a visit to the Sunday group of CSFWG and, of course, dinner after. I considered rejoining the group, but realized it's me trying to fill up time again. So, sorry guys, you'll just have to put up with your perpetual visitor.
The non-writing group was fun on New Year's night, but they kinda bummed me out. Here I was, not having to get up early the next morning and the evening ended at 9:30. Two of the guys had to leave at 4 the next morning to go hunting in Texas. One of the hunters was the host. Dude! Ask be about the bourbon tasting, though. Yeesh.
The rest of the week I played sloth. One day my big project was baking a pie. Another it was reading the latest Poets & Writers Magazine. I have to say that by yesterday I was feeling pretty refreshed. The supposed point of vacation, but not the usual result.
It wasn't as glamorous or sunny or warm or sandy or turtley as Ali's groovy Mexican adventure, but it was just what I needed. And, yes, I feel like writing again.
By the way, groovy may be my new word. Fair warning. And the grooviest part of the week was getting an email from someone who actually kick-started this whole crazy writing thing. On New Year's Eve 1999, waiting for 2000 to happen and crash all the computers in world (Honestly, I was. I worked for MCI at the time and was on duty over night.), I was IMing with some of my Mystery Science Theater 3000 buddies. Courtney and I talked about her film classes. I said how much I admired her for going for her dreams. She asked me what mine were. I said, no surprise, that I would love to write. Her response was something along the lines of "So why don't you?" One of those ah ha moments.
So, here for at least my little corner of the world to see: Thank you, Courtney, for that kick in the hinder.
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