…are more common in those with mental illness in the family, it seems. I“m going to take that positively. Pity my creative output has been so low this week. I seem to be too tired to do more than arrange and re-arrange my list of things to do, or practice in my head. There again, Segovia practised in his head so it“s still valid.
Despite not firing on all cylinders, I have ordered labels for a postcard mailing. Better to do something, although mailings really need to be done quite frequently to have any real effect, yet I have been so spasmodic with marketing efforts.
Part of the reason is wanting to get the Wise El words and cartoons done but it is a far bigger task than I realised. And that“s just the words. Plus I haven“t even got anywhere near the cartoons for the motivational stuff.
It would be good to have help - which is in part the reason for one lot of marketing mailers. * Cameron“s `Big Society“ was and is too nebulous a term. Things have to spelled out. This is how much money there is; this is what it is currently being spent on; what is absolutely vital; what is useful; what is nice to have.
Panorama“s programme on public sector cuts last night really shocked me - but not for the most obvious reasons. I had no idea local government spent money on music lessons, wardens for the reasonably healthy (if they can go on protest marches and rant ad nauseam, they are reasonably healthy in my book!), yet some interviewed felt it was their right - ie vital. This is surely where people need to be re-educated.
When money is plentiful, then yes, have some of the `nice to have“ things that add to social harmony and cohesion. But if a community centre is so valuable, there is a case for the community itself to run and fund it themselves. It“s not much of a community if it needs outside impetus, is it?
Where people do need help, in my view, is with ideas - in fact almost more than money - though the ideas should be pragmatic. Fanciful ideas spring from endless funds but tighter reins on money flow tend to make for more workable ideas. * Another programme, on Five, this time about the Cameron-Clegg lovathan. Neither really registered much with me till last week. Shallow and grasping on a Blair scale - maybe not as high as His Tonyness.
Then, last week, Cameron changed in my eyes. It may all be smoke and mirrors, but I got a strange feeling that he had the potential to be great - and part of that potential greatness was an even greater gift as a poker player. As of now, I still hold that view.
Clegg remains an ambitious pretty boy, who needs his party as well as the Tories, but will probably behave. He still looks and sounds like he is swimming out of his depth. A measure of Cameron“s potential greatness will be if he helps Clegg when he no longer needs to.
Not yet sure of Osborne. Even when he talks it is as if there is more we are not yet aware of. Cameron could have dumped him in this coalition but he still seems to have greater power than Clegg. Interesting times. * There“s a smell of privet, or a similar hedge, that invariably takes me back to walking along Sutton Court Road on the way back from school - St Bernadette“s in Hillingdon - to RAF Uxbridge where we lived at the time.
… must have contributed to a crap night“s sleep. All day, my eyes have been sore, not helped by my personal weather vane: my skin. It now seems to dry out in varying degrees when it“s about to turn really cold, so I had sore, tired eyes, and dry, sore eyelids for much of the day.
But the doominess evaporated as my inner salesman revisited tasks to do. Action tasks give me something to hang my energy on, and also help to re-focus my mind. And one prime task is to focus on a particular area. Do I want gallery representation or do I want to be a published artist?
It is possible to be both but from my current position, and with seemingly conflicting styles (and thus perceived perspective), the latter would be a more sensible route.
That focus was reinforced after my session as a steward for the art fair. The work that sold (and art is selling despite the doom and gloom), in that particular format, is low cost and realist. Actually, any illustrative style, and possibly even cartoons, might sell too although whether the art committee would accept them is moot.
In some ways, I am pleased to have come to this decision, as the fine art is one area I do not want to have to compromise. It“s bad enough with my cartoons and finicky elements like making sure the lines are thick enough. And whether to use colour - or how much - and that“s before getting the words tight enough to make a point (humorous or otherwise). * The doomy economic vibe did bring back unwanted memories of the last recession, and how my massive creative efforts (with I Society Journal and Inner Resources“ workshops) eventually hit the buffers.
It was less the recession and more mind dynamics that were put to the test. My visualisations were practically tangible, but sometimes a moment in time and space is not the moment one is actually in. That said, the `hidden desire“ behind all those particular affirmations did manifest in time, so optimism remains for my current dreams. Yet it is hard on the ego.
4BC is no longer our family home. If a bit of Ma“s essence is still hovering over it, she will be pleased with the new owners. My set of keys is being sent to them directly with a `lots-of-happiness-in-your-new-home“ card. (Actually it“s now my Christmas card as I have no time to draw a custom one.)
Just occurred to me, that I don“t actually know how much money is being transferred to my bank account. Am in a trusting mood, so I expect it will all be in order.
Meanwhile, I have heard nothing further re the British Airways“ crap staff strike. But it did get me thinking about the last time I took a holiday… and then all the holidays I have had since the 80s.
Not many. And all within a brief period, up to 2003. Egypt, Hong Kong, Tunisia, Rome, Marrakech and Krakow.
Budapest, for dental tourism, doesn“t really count. So, with Turkey in 2009, that“s not a lot of holidays in twenty-plus years, is it?
For about ten of those years, I had no money due to the last recession and then saving up to pay off my HUGE debts. I then saved up for a deposit to buy this house but treated myself to the Nile cruise first.
Writing all those books took up a lot of time, as is preparing both the fine art portfolio and Wise El and Brick Tips cartoons.
I went into Worthing yesterday to sell some small pieces of gold. (The price was higher last week it seems, but equally it could go down next, so I was pleased with the price I got from Whibleys.) Sadly, despite the newly opened H&M, there are so many empty shops dotted around the town centre. No sign yet of recovery in this part of the world.
Meanwhile, I decided to create another font for Wise El as the Euphrosene Labon one feels a bit too `mature“ for the characters. Am very pleased with it.
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…are more common in those with mental illness in the family, it seems. I“m going to take that positively. Pity my creative output has been so low this week. I seem to be too tired to do more than arrange and re-arrange my list of things to do, or practice in my head. There again, Segovia practised in his head so it“s still valid.
… must have contributed to a crap night“s sleep. All day, my eyes have been sore, not helped by my personal 
4BC is no longer our family home. If a bit of Ma“s essence is still hovering over it, she will be pleased with the new owners. My set of keys is being sent to them directly with a `lots-of-happiness-in-your-new-home“ card. (Actually it“s now my Christmas card as I have no time to draw a custom one.)
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