Can you believe it’s Friday already? This week has just blown by!
The movers are here packing now. I’m waiting for the guy to finish in the kitchen so I can try to make the chicken quesadilla’s from memory. He already packed the cook book, but at least I have the frying pan.
There was a bit of a scare this morning when they came, because there are “NO PARKING” signs everywhere for tomorrow. The bossman said “that’s too bad” or something to that affect. I asked I’m if they wanted to load everything and move it today, and he said “no, I have plans this afternoon”. I asked him what we were supposed to do and he said he didn’t know.
Now that I am trying, it seems as if a dam has been broken and ideas are just flooding over the wood splinters that used to hold in the tide. Granted, most of those ideas aren’t very good… like the metaphor I was trying to use about the dam.
But I have had some interesting ideas for children’s books. I think I’m stuck in the silly rhyme phase because that’s what Little Man likes, and my life revolves around him. Literally, I just hover around him all day.
So the question is, how do I focus on one idea at a time without losing all the new ideas that come along the way. [And also, how do you differentiate between good and bad ideas?] As to the first question, I can only surmise that the best course of action would be to write everything down. Perhaps I need to get myself a little detective notebook and keep it in my pocket all day long? Then at the end of the day I can re-read the list and cross most of it off as too silly. [As to question number two, I’m going to trust my One and Only not only to keep my secrets but to tell me when I’m going down the wrong path.]
So I tried to make a little book prototype today, and it turns out I can’t draw. I haven’t shown my work to F. (he would try to eat it) but I assume little kids aren’t great fans of stick figures. Yet I feel that the pictures are necessary. I feel that they help keep me focused on what I am trying to say without having me get stuck on certain word choices. Does anyone else find this method helpful?
I think I’d rather lurk
than do some work
sadly, they pay me less.
Little Man learned how to say “Baby” in sign language, and I swear he tried to say “Helicopter” in sign language earlier, too. His second favorite hang out spot is our dining room window. He has a box he stands on so he can look out. I think he will be sad when we move to the suburbs next month.