I've recently begun (which much intrepidation and gnashing of teeth) a new website that, I think, with be a good landing place for people interested in hiring me for various writing projects. It will be simple and to the point - just my resume, and PDF files of clips (sample writing).
This blog has been fun and I love sharing butt...
...without further adieu...here is the my site: www.lynn-fisher.com
In any quest for change, I suppose it is normal to feel a little,oh I don't know...overwhelmed and blue (?). But I've brought myself to this place of transition and I'm determined to follow through. (That even sort of rhymes:-)
I need a more writer focused presence on the internet; or so everyone who hires or teaches these sort of things says, and I should divorce my personal blog from it. So off I go...into the unknown again, and in case you don't know, I hate that.
This brings me to this post. Have you ever gotten an omen this blatant? I had to get out of the house and took a 5 minute trip into downtown Anoka...looked up, and there it was...the massage businesson the corner and just changed their sign, and it made me laugh out loud. I love when these things happen when I have my camera. Anoka has gotten a lot of new stores lately, and thank god for 'em, I needed the break.
Millie P's Quilt Shop holds a riot of color and good friendly vibes and color always helps me feel better.
"Occasional" stores have gotten to be really big in small towns like this all over Minnesota..and The French Flea is a favorite of mine. They feature stark contrast furnishings with lovely turns and neutral accents. Just across the street is a well stocked bead store that never disappoints me as far as having any beady thing I could possibly need.
Then there's chocolate...is there anything more perfect than a Truffles and Tortes in a small river town? Who needs broccoli...really.
Reactions is a new design store in town next to Gently Spoken, a beautifully decorated personal gift book, card, and other things designed by Cheryl Karpen,
creator of "Eat your Peas". (You can click on the pics to make them bigger)
Then off to Antiques On Main where I spotted Little Red Riding Hood and The Three Monks. I don't think I've ever seen this version of the Russian Dolls...has anyone else?
What an AWESOME old saxophone. Purple velvet, and the possibility of latent greatness almost tempted me.
This is more my thing. Simplistic, sleek and all about tea, but we'll have to talk about that some other time. (I have as many tea pots as I have pens)
And radios...
...a freaking room full. These things are heavy too.
If technology can downsize a radio from the size of a Microwave to something that you can put in your pocket...I can make my own website, and change my blogs focus...right? Relax.
I never grew out of paper dolls, in fact they only grew more interesting. I began ripping through high fashion magazines, cutting out the most bizarre figure images and changing them in some way. For this image, I painted her face, added glasses, and cut her dress completely away, instead adding an image of the shadow of a tree on another page...the color was perfect. The background is gauche covered with crayon. The dark, austere background lent itself perfectly to the image of the moon on the following page, which
was also lifted from the shadow of the same tree, that I also used for the dress. I added crayon to accent the figure and the moon.
I've fallon deeply in like with FW acrylic inks and now use the white ink instead of the expensive white gel pens...although a few years ago you could not have persuaded me otherwise. What can I say, change is good.
Speaking of change, I have been going through a lot of it.
It all started when I fell while running to catch my bus. I spent a good deal of that day at Urgent care getting asphalt removed from my knees and hands and icing my very big shiner. I had fallen face first onto the parking lot, and it finally knocked some sense into me. I just can't continue doing everything.
I won't be blogging quite as much, I dissolved my journal group opting instead for a bigger, more metro centric journal group (that I don't run), I joined linked-in (and look me up if you belong), I'm looking at a web-site option...and I'm focusing on writing. I love the arts and use it in my journals, which I will continue to share, just not as often.
Does spring do this to you as well? I was doing so much, and then tried to add biking and hiking to this scenario...nope. Well, the black eye and skinned knees are almost gone and peace is in the valley...I can even see the moon from here. Have you gone through any big changes lately?
In my last post I mentioned that I had bought an Aquabee 9 X 9 journal that I intended to cover and was itching to get to. It just so happened that a friend of mine, Jennifer Maroney, made the comment that she too had the same sort of paper illness that I have (love you Jen), and had wandered over to Wet Paint to buy the exact same journal.
So, that was it...we had to meet and make this journal our own.
We called mutual journal bud (who has just started a fabulous new blog inspired by a recipe box she found at an antique store), Molly Anthony , and tore off to Caribou to make a big mess. (Note mess above, and to your right, fuel)
We collaged the front covers of sketchbooks we had each purchased (Jen, the same as mine, and Molly, a brown craft paper sketchbook)
Imagine music that denotes working, working...busy, busy, busy...oh, and talking, talking, talking ...because seriously, there is nothing more cathartic than collage fueled by coffee and muffins. (you just have to try it for yourself sometime)
By the end of the afternoon, the journals turned out beautifully. This is Jennifer's (in progress)...she is doing a mosaic with paper that when finished should be on her site.
Molly's cover was done with acrylic
matte medium over old book pages and paper towels layered over...I hang out with geniuses!
This is mine before tweaking at home:
After the collage gathering we went to Blick for some fun, and later ate at The Good Earth. This was a great way to spend a Saturday afternoon.
Below, finished project, front and back.
When I returned home I decided to add a fabric strip to cover the spiral binding, (great idea Jennifer) which was very easy to do. I finished all edges on the machine, then added the fabric to the journal by sewing it through the already made perforations with embroidery thread. Then I added beads to the ends of the
threads...I'm sure there are a thousand ways to do this.
So, you don't have to "make" a journal, to make it your own.
Imust be the tortoise in the whole racing scenario. I've always started slow at everything, telling time, adding, tying my shoes...and now this.
My friend Maery, in photo, is SMOK'n me at this NaNoWriMo thing, and the only reason that my other friend Sue hasn't, is because she's been far too busy to start yet.
Apparently there has to be some putting the petal-to-the metal here and now.
It would have been helpful if I hadn't had a class at the Sewing Expo, that I had to take or lose the tickets. Last year at this time I had the flu and missed a class that I had signed up for, so they held the tickets for me for this year. Two things happened that I didn't anticipate, A) they stopped furnishing sewing machines so I to dig out my ancient, feeble, hardly sews a straight line let alone a zigzag, massively heavy machine and get it in running order, quick, and B) Oh yeah, I'm writing a book.
It's true, Act One is in actual existence on my laptop...and safely backed-up onto several disk-like thingys. It's WAY too short, but it's here and tonight while I sit with Maery, and our Panera coffee and tea gets colder than any other coffee/tea on earth, I will attempt to pile on another 1000 words or so. I'm only a little over 2000...yep, I'm a slacker, it's that whole tortoise thing I'm sure.
I'm a free-lance writer interested in a variety of subjects, but especially the wide spectrum of the arts.
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