Today I’ve sorted a table top and trestles for the incubator and also a dustbin (piles of wood shavings, scrunched up masking tape. and paper cuttings).
The Incubator space in the basement of Exeter Phoenix. The desk faces a window that looks out onto car park spaces. Its a great place to see people walking past, all at a good foreshortened perspective too.
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While I’m talking about general stuff, it makes sense to talk alittle about the process of blogging.
I feel like I’m in a room with a bunch of people I haven’t met before. They don’t know me and I don’t know them. There is the mumur of conversations around me. I feel self conscious and shy to talk much. These posts of mine are short, excluding much, rather than saying the wrong thing.
Writing a blog (I don’t like the word blog, what’s a better name?) is much like making art. Putting your thoughts and ideas out there; making yourself open to critic; not wanting to be heard (seen) and wanting to be heard (seen) all at the same time.
Time for more vulnerability; I’m off to the dentist.
