Art Goes On

Thursday Night: Nasty outside. Rainy and cold.

Spent most the day with the WIP, entering correx, writing scenes, removing scenes, fine-tuning. Ate a late lunch, because class isn't over until 8:30, so -- late dinner. And I need to get up earlyish tomorrow to pick up for Sarah, who'll be by around 9ish.

I know, I know -- the excitement.

In a bit I'll get myself together to go to class. Trying to think good thoughts about my art. I have learned a bunch of stuff, so there's that. And I do have a soldering iron and wire and flux, so maybe if I can master -- for values of "master" -- the basics, I can be let loose to finish whatever's left at home. And honestly, I have no idea how long soldering will actually take. I've been watching videos, but they're by people who know what they're doing, which would not be me.

I clipped Rook's claws the other day while he just laid there and purred. Today, I got Firefly -- who is NEVER going to SPEAK to me AGAIN for this violation of her innocent kitten trust -- and most of Tali's. Tali used to hang out with a Siamese, which I think is where she learned Those Words.

I'll just bid everyone good-night now.

Stay safe.
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Hokay. Glass class. After some frustration, a pep talk, and a tutorial by the instructor, I did re-burnish my foil (I had not used a firm enough touch, first time), and soldered the front of the piece. It's like magic! It's now A Thing, and not a scramble of little pieces that won't stay where I put them. Take that! scrambly little pieces!

My homework is to solder the back, and on Sunday another student and I will meet the instructor at her house to finish up.

So, the Plan is that I'll work on soldering after Sarah leaves, and finish up after the Guy from Fidium, assuming that there IS a Guy from Fidium, leaves. Saturday will be devoted to writing. Sunday, a little writing in the morning, then out for glass project finish-up.

In service of the Plan, I have turned on the heat and the lights in Foosball Studios.

I was asked last night, semi-officially, if I'd like to teach Adult Ed writing, which -- I'm thinking about it. I need to poke around and see how much of my teaching stuff I still have, and how much of it is still relevant.

In coon cat news, apparently Tali informed Rook that his mama wears snowshoes -- which would not be inaccurate -- an assertion to which he took immediate and violent exception, and the back hall was briefly filled with -- y'all remember the rolling, cursing Tumbleweed Of Violence from, oh, Tom and Jerry, or The Roadrunner -- yeah? One of those. Tali's now having a wee dram of cat food and Firefly has discovered that I have picked up the cat toys, and is thinking about this.

Rook is cleaning orange fur out of his mouth.

I think that catches us all up, pre-breakfast.

How's everybody doing?

Below, the State of the Project: Front side left, back side right

Art takes a rest

Earlier this same day: Wrote about 900 words while Sarah was here. Finished soldering the back of my glass piece, but couldn't work out how to solder the edges, not having three hands, and came upstairs to look up how that's done, exactly. Duh. So, I'll do that after the Fidium guy has come and gone.

I guess I ought to get some lunch...
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Somewhat later: So, I'm stopping here, it being the best I can do. I note that the piece is not perfectly oval, but on the whole it's looking much better than I had assumed it would.

I did have a moment of inattention and burned a BIG hole in my Styrofoam work surface (sigh). Note to self: soldering irons are hot; that's kinda the point. I have another piece of Styrofoam. I also have lots of funny little pieces of Escaped Solder, which, as I was gathering them, it occurred to me that I'd done this before. My father was a solderer by trade, on the production line at GM in Baltimore (Spot Welder being the official title), and he had a soldering iron and pertinent equipment in his workshop. More than once, I was put to work gathering up the leftover solder and putting with all the rest in a big iron pestle.

The Guy from Fidium has been and gone, after giving the diagnosis of No Problem Here. Which . . . OHkay. Things seem to be working, so I'm not complaining.

What I'm doing instead of complaining is refilling my cup and taking it with me back to Steve's office. Maybe I can write another couple hundred words.
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SNIPPET:

"How did you find Jen Sin?" Ren Zel asked, handing Miri a glass of wine.

"Awake. Complimentary, too. Said Val Con wasn't an idiot."

Ren Zel choked, and put his glass down hurriedly.

"He's not wrong, after all, Beloved," Anthora said.

"Yes, but – " he waved a hand. "One wonders how the subject came up."
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Now:  Well. That got to be a busy day. 1,440 total new words, for those keeping track at home. Tomorrow is a writing day. I'll be finishing the scene I started this afternoon, which will be the final bridge I need to build in this part of the WIP, and get back with entering corrections.

It's funny how, when you ask people why they want to be writers, nobody ever says, "Because I love entering corrections into the manuscript." Which is, arguably, one of the most important parts of writing.

Go figure.

The cats are informing me, loudly, that it is Happy Hour. The cats, regrettably, are wrong.

I'm -- tired. The Plan for the evening is to serve up Coon Cat Happy Hour on time then snuggle down on the couch and watch "Blown Away" on Netflix. There may be a glass of wine involved. Or even two.

Everybody have a good evening. Stay safe. I'll check in tomorrow.