I'm in quite a mood these days. I'm at my creative best right now.
I'm up to my eyeballs in making a custom Wordpress theme from scratch for a special website we will be debuting at work in September. This project is giving me mad skills I didn't even know I'd need. I have learned that the next time we ask our graphics design company to design a web page, that we will request that they do -not- give the project to someone who has never designed a web page before. Trying to make the site live up to her design makes me want to take up drinking as something more than a hobby. It will look attractive, but damn...it really is -not- a good design. It's too graphic heavy and takes up too much room promoting itself. I see a redesign once it's up and running.
I'm writing consistently and I'm on my way to a novel that could be out to publishers before the end of the year. I had some small chapters on a new story out for some folks to read as I tried to decide if it was worth a book. The overwhelming feedback is yes! Once I got into the swing of writing, I stopped sharing the work. I have only one person who is reading it as I write it. Allison, who I work with and is our Compliance Officer, is keeping me at a pace of 4,000 words each week, due on Mondays. I am currently on chapter 11 and my word count is 26,831. I am not going back to edit anything until I get the entire story down. Once I do the entire rewrite and edit, I'll be looking for a few beta readers to help me find areas to improve.
I'm about 2 hours from having a really adorable knit/stuffed turtle toy called Sheldon done for Ella's visit tomorrow. After this weekend's visit, we're going to be disassembling the metal 4 poster bed to send down to Atlanta with Heather & Brent. Heather wants if for Ella's bed now that she's getting older and we want to redo the room as a library/guest room and getting rid of the bed will be the first step.
I think about these things when people's behavior distresses me, which happens far more often than I care to admit. Keeping mostly to myself, with a small circle of loved ones suits me. I am not designed to be a social creature. I've gone back to doing what I had set out to do; taking care of the little spot of earth where I live. I create best when I don't pay attention to the petty stuff and can focus.
These days I say brief things that are on my mind on Facebook where a long explanation isn't necessary. I don't use LJ as much as I used to because instead of journaling, I'm writing for the book. I haven't given up on journaling here, I just spend more of my writing time working on the story. I just need to remember that I do like to go back and read about where my head was and what was and who were important in my life during important times in my life.
And this is, by far, one of my most important times! Silly, but consistent, is that I have a soundtrack. There are songs that are being imprinted with memories the things that are happening that will always be associated with what's going on. I love my brain.