February 2012

Oh Deer!

Considering I’m going away shortly, I should be focussed on tying loose ends up rather than collecting them like some sort of obsessive.

However, this is the way of freelance work (raining, pouring, old men snoring…or something to do with raining and pouring anyway), so yesterday I accepted a custom order and jammed it through the four-hour window required to ensure it arrives in time for the weekend.

Oh, and all wrapped in my beautiful new shipping materials even! I love sending fancy mail.

A bunch more writing to work on this week, but first? Surf’s up on Ontario and it’s work-related so I don’t even have to feel bad about “not working.”

Not going to lie here – I’m a little worried about this because the forecast says something about seven foot waves and I am comfortable with a maximum of five, but maybe I can flounder about in the mushy stuff near the shore if it’s too intense? Please let there be mushy stuff near the shore…

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Wash, Submit, Repeat

On any given day, I love the mail.

But I love it even more when it contains things like this…


A poem I’ve been submitting here, there and everywhere over the last few months is going to be published in an upcoming issue of The Antigonish Review.

I’m quite psyched about it, not only because I love this journal specifically, but also because this is one of the first poems I’ve ever submitted anywhere and, until yesterday, I’d never had the kind of feedback that gave any sense of whether or not I was even “doing poetry right.”

As such, I’d been feeling a little flounder-y about the art because I’ve never studied it in an intense academic fashion and I only read a handful of poets’ work and I haven’t written much of it (with the exception of a number of angst-filled teenage years during the 90s when I was at least prolific if nowhere near proficient) besides the collection this one came from – a series of pieces about Canada’s national parks and natural spaces.

So yes. This is hugely exciting. And hopefully indicative of the fact that I’m not wasting my time if I write more. And I will try to take Sean’s advice and remember it the next time I am rejected, rather than sighing and concluding that this most recent rejection means I’m a no-good, unpublishable, sad-sack sorry excuse for a writer.

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Barking Up The Wrong Birch (That’s Right – I’m Capping Every Word)

I know the site has been pretty lacklustre this week but I’ve been focussed on research and writing and getting things arranged for my upcoming trip to New York and none of that translates into anything very visually stimulating.

I did, however, manage to finish off this week’s big studio project – the canoe repro.

So there’s that.

 

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Dip Dip and Swing

I’m taking it pretty easy here today on Family Day (sorry to those of you who don’t have it), but I did get into to the studio to work on a painting – a reproduction of one I did years ago.

It’s Trudeau’s canoe (the one on display at the Canadian Canoe Museum) and it’s going to be used as a mag illustration for a piece (not mine) that makes my heart sing. More information to come…

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