with my desk en route

at the point of this update, my desk–the home of my art & writings–is in a uhaul somewhere in stoughton, wisconsin en route to madison. i miss my desk terribly and anxiously await her arrival.

meanwhile, i doodle on. as my life rises and falls beneath my feet, i doodle on. i ride the waves of my own drama while i doodle and vent in the pages of my journal.

mojo, i have not forsaken you! i keep you close, but do not dare remove you from the portfolio which is your temporary home for fear of young children wreaking havoc on your fragile pages….

and i continue to read amanda palmer’s book the art of asking. i think i have ventured past the point where i am envious, petty, and sad–and now i am able to enjoy the book. i fear repeating my mistake of making contact with someone who seems a kindred soul. lynda barry has taught me to stay hidden in my hole. but i still fantasize about it. what would amanda palmer & i talk about at lunch? would she like my comic? would she make me some new eyebrows? what would she wear? would she let me draw on her eyebrows?

i’m a crazy stalker chick. there is no denying that. however, the book does have me wondering–in addition to what would happen if i started asking for things–where in my life can i be more giving of things? any book that gets me thinking is a good book in my opinion. hers is a good book. a memoir more than a self-help. and it isn’t chronological. and there aren’t chapters per se. she seems authentic. i like that. neil chose well. i look forward to attending one of their anniversary parties once amanda palmer & i have become best friends & gotten matching tattoos.

zombie mama book reviews

so…getting a chance to work with wet, messy ink while being attacked on all sides by an invasion of creatures i created myself…getting a chance to make art while being cannibalized by toddlers (well, that’s what it feels like sometimes)…long story short–i haven’t been able to ink any pages because my kids are nuts.

however.

i did get to read this book, Sharp Teethby Toby Barlow.

sometimes while nursing incessantly needy babies, sometimes, i get to read. or sometimes i just hide away with a book and listen for the screams to hit that certain pitch that means i absolutely must return and take away any sharp or blunt objects.

i picked up Sharp Teeth at the library. i always check out the display tables–themed by bored librarians. this one was a table for an independence day celebration where they picked books that had red covers, white covers, and blue covers. nothing but the red cover put this book on a table where i had easy access to just grab it as i wrestled kids toward the check-out desk. i grabbed it, probably thinking something deep & stimulating like, “huh, i like dogs,” and shoved it in my bag where it hung out through a couple of relocations to temporary homes until i finally pulled it out and opened it a couple of days ago.

upon seeing that the text was all in verse form rather than prose, i almost put it right back in my bag.

for someone who dabbles in really bad poetry, i can be pretty biased and seem to have an aversion to verse.

maybe realizing this, i gave the words a chance to prove they weren’t going to be annoying. and they weren’t! they were a story, written like a poem, but still a story. and a really good story. this first book by Toby Barlow impressed the crap out of me. murder, intrigue, werewolves, some feel-good dysfunctional romance, and a somewhat complicated plot with a variety of characters that wasn’t too difficult for a mother of four to follow. i didn’t feel forced into liking or disliking any of the characters. i wanted characters to survive (i wasn’t rooting for their death like i was when i watched that god-awful film Blair Witch Project). at a certain point i was unable to put the book down & had to neglect my horde until i had finished the book.

oh! and it is a book with a werewolf theme that isn’t one of those annoying jump-on-the-bandwagon-and-write-a-book-about-werewolves-or-vampires books. it feels original. refreshing even.

in the “ps” of the book there is a conversation with the author. he comments that someone described the way his book was written as a graphic novel without pictures.

huh.

maybe that’s why i liked it so much.

also! i have thought about doing books with more text & less pictures (but still with pictures)…& my style of poetry is more like a story than a lyric…and i also like to dabble with mixing genres…. hmmm. maybe i can borrow some inspiration from this.

now…if my children would just let me create something other than more children!

dusting off cobwebs for an update….

i have nothing new to post unless you want to see pages and pages of apartment listings that probably won’t work out and we will have to live out of my mazda5 squatting near the house of some crazy relative or another.

sigh.

i want to be working on moses jones or any project rather than sitting and looking at craigslist and dreading having to actually call people about apartments and possibly suffer some sort of rejection or another…. (i’m terrified of phones & of rejection.)

i need to do laundry. i need to clean the bathroom. i need to interact with my children other than screaming, “knock it off unless you want to be homeless!” as i cruise craigslist on my laptop while they beg for food. how dumb is it to yell at your kids to stop yelling so much?

but! when i have to get off craigslist to nurse poppy, i do read books on how to be a better, more successful artist & writer. i did not finish the gift by Lewis Hyde. i liked the concept, but it became too convoluted to continue. then i read bird by bird by anne lamott. i really enjoyed it. i googled her though and was alarmed to see she had made some insensitive comments about one transsexual which had been then determined to mean she was insensitive to all transsexuals. i am totally in support of transsexualism, but having known several men who were conveniently women and then men again–and not having much knowledge about the whole caitlyn jenner situaltion–and having enjoyed her dark sense of humor…i guess i’m willing to cut her some slack. and i did totally enjoy bird by bird. it is a very well written and enjoyable book about writing. then i started reading ignore everybody by hugh mcleod. i didn’t get very far into it. it seemed awfully self-indulgent. though i did like that he was saying doing something different is sure to get you attention. moses jones, is so different that i am having trouble finding my audience. ha! i should be wildly successful…right? maybe i read that wrong…. now i am looking at rework by jason fried & david heinemeier hansson. it is more about business and i almost put it down for this reason. but…i can be an artist and know about business. (i had to tell myself that.) it will not corrupt me. it will not corrupt me. it will not corrupt me.

sigh.

okay, back to the house hunt. you will know i have found a place when i am able to post new stuff again. if you don’t hear from me again it is because i cannot get my scanner to work plugged into my mazda5. ha!