Do you ever get into the middle of a project and find yourself not certain about what you are even doing?
I’ve been working/creating an odd assortment of “art” lately, not to even get into the mental stuff I’m toying around with (my mind looks like my garage–cob webs, art projects, boxes, storage; it needs sweeping, rearranging, prioritizing, maybe even a new light bulb.)
I’ve got the Green Desk Project, which suddenly got daunting instead of fun. Then I found my old Olympia DeLuxe typewriter (a birthday gift from an ex.) I’ve been hauling the weighty thing around for years and once in a while I like to get it out and bang on the keys. Wham, wham, wham, DING! It’s awesome, but bruttle on the finger tips. How were our pinkies ever strong enough to hit the outer keys? Ouch.
So, with the DeLuxe I started writing these naughty little alphabet cards. They’ve been kind of fun to write over coffee. I needed something very affordable in my shop and I thought little fun cards would be perfect. But as with everything it’s gotten complicated too. How do I show them? Will someone just steal the wording? Copyrighting? Do I show just a taste? Is that enticing or annoying? Should I make them bigger like Birthday cards, smaller like ACEOs? In other words, I’m having trouble fitting into the Etsy box-which seems crazy, because Etsy has a plethora of crazy art stuff for sale, but it’s all about–ONCE AGAIN!–getting found. Sigh.
If you type in paper<cards you get a few thousand hits and most of them are high end pro-printed, high-graphic design (In Design, my thorn) cards. WHY would anyone want to buy my silly little naught ditty cards, hand typed on recycled paper (retorical question). It’s like trying to set up a lemonade stand next to a Jamba Juice. It’s just silly. And yet I keep making them.
Very time consuming, of course. And I’m still confused about how to post them. And right now I have A, B and D. Nobody wants to buy A, B, D. Where the hell is C?! Well, C got stuck, because it was a REALLY naughty word (yea, that one) and I actually typed it on a card. (My mother will fAiNt in HORROR–I can feel the shame running down my neck already.)
Anyway, C is not completed, but it was just like me to be impatient, go ahead and post A, B & D. I’ve skipped all over the alphabet, because like the Green Desk Project a direct line/look is just WAY to daunting for me. As my dad once told me, just creep around in the back door where no one is looking (he was talking about me getting into college, and believe it or not, it worked) and that includes my brain. I do better sneaking up on an art project, backing into it, whistling my way around it, then bumping into it on accident. this is also my best approach when dealing with just about anything.
Okay, back to it. C is for. . . don’t say it. 
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