Showing posts with label Work and word. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Work and word. Show all posts

8.11.11

Tuesday's story


Photo courtesy of the LIFE archive hosted by Google
 Falling, flying, she found herself fearless.

7.11.11

Monday's story


Photo courtesy of the LIFE archive hosted by Google

He slunk out the door, again.

I should write more


This week, I'm upping my game. Taking on a challenge. Being Creative (with an intentional capital "C"). Inspired by the Six Word Story Every Day project (examples below), I will be writing a complete story, every day, that contains only six words. That sounds manageable :)






6.11.11

Skillz

KERNTYPE: a typographic game designed to convince me I actually have learned something about typography and design over the years (four 100%s on my first try—good for my ego :)


Go play. It's fun. (And it will give you insight into what I do all day. Ok, not all day. But sometimes.)

10.9.10

Book fishing

I'm intrigued by the concept behind BookCrossing. Essentially, you sign up, register a book (or more) you want to "release," and then send it off marked with a unique tracking number that lets you follow its journey into the wild. Could be fun, no?

(Fantastic book art by Kaspen for Anagram Book Shop (Prague) via BibliOdyssey)

5.5.10

My life right now

... has been consumed trying to finish a final copy edit on this book. My brain looks like this:

23.1.10

This is what my Saturday looks like


(wordle from the text I'm editing today; click to enlarge)

29.12.09

Grrr

I have problems trusting people. Specifically trusting them to do something, do it well, and do it on time. Delegation = trouble. Always.

I've worked on it—I know I can't do or control everything (except, of course, in my marvelous fictional universe ... ). But it does seem like every time I go out of my comfort zone and entrust someone with something and then take a deep breath and go on with my life, it tends to erupt, sending tiny flaming particles of renewed mistrust back into my now-already-roiling-with-needing-to-clean-up-an-unexpected-mess gut.

Grrr.