could you get much done surrounded by that buzz?
i try the reliable "la-la-la-laaaaa....i can't hear you"-chant with a side of static-charged country music but, still, the wood whispers seek my ears... and nag.
the cherry on my sundae of monday morning whine is that i'm in a slump... a flump... a pflumpy gunky flump of creative ineptitude.
and this roadside rescue is the root of my slump.
until she started crumbling under my fingertips. the repair of the puckering veneer and derailed dovetails scarfed up studio space and my time...
a colorful finish that will show off her shape?
a subtle shade to subdue her size?
a graphic reveal to enhance her woodgrain?
stumped, i started anyway and tripped over my tries,
slipped on my so-called solutions
plummeted past my plans....
landing in "i-dunno-what-i-wanna-be"-land. sort of like oz in that one is not quite sure how things will turn out.
so... monday morning in oz.
but we have to start somewhere, right?