milly marauder
well i feel like an idiot. I missed the first day D:
Well, I am just hoping they give us a pass on Day 1, because there were at least 3 of us who just missed the deadline.
I signed up for nanowrimo a little over a year ago and didn't do it, and for their Script Frenzy (200 line script) in the spring and didn't do it, didn't sign up this November, started a clan, started Dreamwork again after a false start in July, broke my writer's block, and was set to try learning something new (digital drawing and paint) - have done half a dozen pictures in Paint, tonight was my first using slimber.com and it's so much better - except how do I copy my work to MY file?
I'd figured on dropping this guild, I am so swamped, but this was such an inspired event, I got one friend to join and enroll as a collector (which is where I've regarded myself) and one to join and enroll as an artist (I think he did). And I was all set for my nanowrimo-with-images, and breaking another inner wall - so my cartoon tonight had real meaning for me. (I included 4 of the 5 themes, didn't understand mantis - an anime?)
My Broken Glass picture to me symbolized breaking that wall, the one my grade school art teacher put up. She would only give me one piece of paper on drawing day. Paper at home was for writing. All except finger-painting paper. God, did I love finger painting! As long as I made a picture I could have more!
That art teacher hated my guts. She ordered me not to divide my paper into eight sections so I could make more pictures. So I made 6 sections. And since that didn't make her happy, I tried 2. Nope. So next time I tried 1 and it didn't work, because I needed at least 2 canvases going at once...so I tried 2-to-a-page again and then went back to 8. Eight made sense.
I picked up pastels and drawing (pencil, charcoal, ink) using the first lesson in that famous artists mail order class (1st one is free) and the hand on the cover of the Academie drawing pad. And I copied a dragon from the cover of a paperback. And people started liking my work.
And an Indian friend got me in her oil viscosity printing class. I needed a lot to get me over my block. But I eventually did good work. She'd been scheduled to show her work in a Smithsonian exhibit, but they withdrew the offer when they learned she wasn't registered, even though she's a full-blood. (A lot of California Indian Nations are not recognized by the Federal Government. And my family is very mixed, but no one was ever registered. People who are registered usually say enrolled, families that stayed off reservations generally say registered.)
And then I even managed a couple college classes in pastels.
And I gave a copy of my linoleum block self-portrait to the Waving Man in Berkeley, when he was still with us. I loved him. He was a retired longshoreman (God, do I love the longshoremen!) who stood on his street corner and waved to people going to work every day for years. He was a wonderful, big-hearted man, Mr. Charles.
Well - at least I am at no loss for words, even if I blew this. And I can still get a scanner hooked up. I just have to find drivers.
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