I’ve been in a creative rut, for a while. But I finally managed to finish something. It’s all the more remarkable because this is the second attempt to make this project, and usually once it doesn’t work the first time – it’s over. Cranky. Failed. Didn’t work, never going to work. Does anyone else do this? Or is it just me? I’m half a perfectionist. It didn’t go perfectly, so I’m not going to try. Anyway, I beat it this time, hooray.
Pip tentatively enquired yesterday if anyone ever feels like going to action movies, and if they did, could she come? You see, she went to film school, and all her friends went to film school, and they take film very seriously, and can be a bit judgemental of people who see trash. So she’s pretty selective about who she tells if she wants to see something crap. I, however, will see any old thing, as long as it offers me escapeism. Like today I saw Hancock, wasn’t half bad. But I digress.
I am faced with a similar problem. I have a thesis in Literature, but you know, sometimes I like to read trash. Real, solid trash. And then, I don’t want everyone to know about it. When I’m reading Orwell, or Fowles, or Flaubert, which I do, it’s fine, everyone can know. But when I’m reading a chintzy romance with some distressed damsel, or teenage fiction, or toilet-paper worthy detective novel, it’s a lot of work to read and focus and enjoy the escapism and HIDE THE COVER FROM EVERYONE all at the same time. So I made a book cover.
Mmm, apples. I sized it for the book pictured because it’s average sized and what I was reading at the time (not because I was ashamed!), but it conveniently fits smaller books and thicker books. I will vehemently claim that I meant it like that.
The book, Animal Vegetable Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver, was just a wee bit life changing… it challenged the way I think of food related ethics, which is a bit of a big deal for me, because I’ve been an ethical vegetarian since I was three. So there’s a bit of being set in my ways there, and my boundaries were challenged. It also made me think very seriously about choosing food locally. What a basic thing, that people just don’t question enough.
Incidentally, that was what brought on the cherry outburst. All this thinking about local, in-season food, then I turn up to my dad’s place and there are cherries in the middle of winter. So i did what any right thinking ethicist would in the situation – i gorged myself on them.