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I started writing this report last night, almost giving a minute-by-minute account, then conked out before I got to the middle. Then, I had to reboot before I posted. I can't be bothered writing another minute-by-minute account, so you lucky lucky people get the sane version.
Art Garden was June 12. The theme was "hair."
Came home Friday night and slept on a new air bed. Woke up Saturday with a very painful back. Almost called in sick, but went anyway. Very glad I did.
At the party afterward, Irene O'Garden challenged me to write something based on my real life, instead of my usual fairy tales and symbolic poetry, saying that if I'd let the people in the audience get over their hangups about my chair, they'd be enthralled (or something to that effect) by my point of view... Maybe she's right. Maybe I'll take her up on that challenge (but I do so love writing fairy tales, and not just because they instantly transport the teller and audience to an alternate world of common ground...).
Saturday night, we pumped up the air bed so it was much firmer, and I took a Tylenol PM... in the morning, my back was 99.9999999% better.
Came back on Monday. Dad drove back to New York on Tuesday.
Meanwhile, back in November of last year, a woman in England, whom I know online, commissioned me to compose a story for her to tell at The Festival at the Edge, about Dragons.
I finally finished it on Friday, and sent her an email telling her so. Last year, I'd decided my usual price for my stories would be $35 (£19.21). But that's for a private story, where I still retain all rights. Since she'd be telling this story abroad, and planning on telling it at additional festivals through the year, I figured that counted as some form of publication, so I should charge a little more. And decided on £27. She agreed that this was reasonable, and just about what she could afford...
She finally came back from that other festival this last Monday, and I emailed her the story... And waited... and waited ... for her reply. She got back to me on Thursday saying she loved it...And that if I drafted up a flyer of some sort about my services, she'd distribute it at The Edge (w00t!). So that's what I've been working on.
I've decided on a three-fold pamphlet... the first panel extolling the virtues of wondertales (the folklorists' term for "fairy tales"), the middle panel being an "About the Artist" kind of thing, and the third panel being terms, conditions and how to reach me... The middle bit is the hardest bit to write, but worth it, I think. ... Even if she doesn't distribute it at the Festival, it will still be good to have on hand, in case I ever get a chance to distribute them myself...
Oh, and also, at the after party on the 12th, one person in particular was insistant that I should publish my Art Garden stories... so I am seriously looking at the book services of Cafe Press.
Now, you're up to date. It's time for the "behind the cuts."
( My Art Garden story )
and
( The first panel of my flyer (so far) )
Art Garden was June 12. The theme was "hair."
Came home Friday night and slept on a new air bed. Woke up Saturday with a very painful back. Almost called in sick, but went anyway. Very glad I did.
At the party afterward, Irene O'Garden challenged me to write something based on my real life, instead of my usual fairy tales and symbolic poetry, saying that if I'd let the people in the audience get over their hangups about my chair, they'd be enthralled (or something to that effect) by my point of view... Maybe she's right. Maybe I'll take her up on that challenge (but I do so love writing fairy tales, and not just because they instantly transport the teller and audience to an alternate world of common ground...).
Saturday night, we pumped up the air bed so it was much firmer, and I took a Tylenol PM... in the morning, my back was 99.9999999% better.
Came back on Monday. Dad drove back to New York on Tuesday.
Meanwhile, back in November of last year, a woman in England, whom I know online, commissioned me to compose a story for her to tell at The Festival at the Edge, about Dragons.
I finally finished it on Friday, and sent her an email telling her so. Last year, I'd decided my usual price for my stories would be $35 (£19.21). But that's for a private story, where I still retain all rights. Since she'd be telling this story abroad, and planning on telling it at additional festivals through the year, I figured that counted as some form of publication, so I should charge a little more. And decided on £27. She agreed that this was reasonable, and just about what she could afford...
She finally came back from that other festival this last Monday, and I emailed her the story... And waited... and waited ... for her reply. She got back to me on Thursday saying she loved it...And that if I drafted up a flyer of some sort about my services, she'd distribute it at The Edge (w00t!). So that's what I've been working on.
I've decided on a three-fold pamphlet... the first panel extolling the virtues of wondertales (the folklorists' term for "fairy tales"), the middle panel being an "About the Artist" kind of thing, and the third panel being terms, conditions and how to reach me... The middle bit is the hardest bit to write, but worth it, I think. ... Even if she doesn't distribute it at the Festival, it will still be good to have on hand, in case I ever get a chance to distribute them myself...
Oh, and also, at the after party on the 12th, one person in particular was insistant that I should publish my Art Garden stories... so I am seriously looking at the book services of Cafe Press.
Now, you're up to date. It's time for the "behind the cuts."
( My Art Garden story )
and
( The first panel of my flyer (so far) )
