I know, it's been over two months since my last post. I hope there aren't any really lonely people suffering much anxiety waiting for me to write something. Sure, I'm cute and clever, but there's a whole community of people and activities to be involved with that are equally or even more exciting than, yes, me.
I've begun varnishing my latest fiddle, "Possum Up A 'Simmon Tree". I started this one back in June, but decided to complete the 1/4 size one first, then there was bus training and my son's school and driving...and now it's mid-December and here we are. I am so far pleased with my workmanship, and for all those of you possum fiddle enthusiasts out there, you will be really excited when you see the latest feature on my new Criddles...soft ears. Yes, that's right! Instead of carving the ears and that process, I am now using leather which I cut into shape and insert in holes. The big advantage of this method is that the ears won't break if bumped, dropped, or caressed too enthusiastically. I will post photos soon.
Driving the school bus has been going well. I'm not driving as much as when I started, but I've been told that the busiest time is during softball season. Usually I'm driving students to some scholastic or athletic event or other, and then wait for the event to conclude, then drive'm back. During the in-between time I nap, read, play the fiddle, or write. I can watch the event, of course, and do sometimes, and the kids can often be impressive.
The novel has stalled, but because I have not been using my time as well as I could, not because I've given up or have a block. I am usually devoting regularly some thought to the story and characters though, so when I start writing again I should have some material. It is ambitious of one to write stories, history, and other volumes of this and that, and though not everything one reads is a classic or even written well, my opinion of books in general is similar to my opinion of recorded music in general, when I must acknowledge the fact of what has been printed or recorded has been to date not of my origin, and that somebody smarter than me thought something worthy of investment for the literary and listening public, who in turn gets the final say by voting with their money.
I've begun varnishing my latest fiddle, "Possum Up A 'Simmon Tree". I started this one back in June, but decided to complete the 1/4 size one first, then there was bus training and my son's school and driving...and now it's mid-December and here we are. I am so far pleased with my workmanship, and for all those of you possum fiddle enthusiasts out there, you will be really excited when you see the latest feature on my new Criddles...soft ears. Yes, that's right! Instead of carving the ears and that process, I am now using leather which I cut into shape and insert in holes. The big advantage of this method is that the ears won't break if bumped, dropped, or caressed too enthusiastically. I will post photos soon.
Driving the school bus has been going well. I'm not driving as much as when I started, but I've been told that the busiest time is during softball season. Usually I'm driving students to some scholastic or athletic event or other, and then wait for the event to conclude, then drive'm back. During the in-between time I nap, read, play the fiddle, or write. I can watch the event, of course, and do sometimes, and the kids can often be impressive.
The novel has stalled, but because I have not been using my time as well as I could, not because I've given up or have a block. I am usually devoting regularly some thought to the story and characters though, so when I start writing again I should have some material. It is ambitious of one to write stories, history, and other volumes of this and that, and though not everything one reads is a classic or even written well, my opinion of books in general is similar to my opinion of recorded music in general, when I must acknowledge the fact of what has been printed or recorded has been to date not of my origin, and that somebody smarter than me thought something worthy of investment for the literary and listening public, who in turn gets the final say by voting with their money.