interesting how washing up provides a period of time to reflect on what’s happening right now.
in theory i’m on an ma, i have a submission for a commission pending and a part time job application pending. daily i’m feeling very on edge. while washing up i can see why that is. of the three things i’m only actually currently in control of one. the other two are subject to others liking what i’ve written. a very scary thought for a dyslexic man.
teetering is how i feel. it could go one-way or the other. it’s unsettling for me and those around me. i know from my research of depression that it’s advisable to keep doing something. a good time to sort out my accounts and those niggly bills then.
i didn’t hear the moral maze last night so i don’t know what was said about twitter in that discussion. i see these places of one-way text creation as places to manifest thoughts into marks; to dissipate what is filling one’s mind. does it really matter if any body reads them? right now i’m a bloke on a chair, typing, no particular significance. what would be the difference if i was actually someone more well known, because of some endeavour i had made in sweden? would all of these words be pawed over and words of encouragement and support flood back to support me? we’ll only know the answer to that if i’m able to get serious commissions that give my practice some prominence.
and there lies the dilemma.
p.s. for the technical bods: i’m still getting loads of code in my posts when i copy and paste from word. i’m deleting the code that i don’t want, any code left in is for a reason, as discussed. xx
