Since we last checked in here, I have:
- wrote and submitted a conference proposal and a important grant application
- completed all the grueling new-hire paperwork for the new adjunct gig
- begun writing my next syllabus
- rearranged my office so that I can work in here without losing my mind
- made my own version of a sourdough buttermilk sandwich bread, which turned out pretty well all things considered
- completed this year's Baker artist profile
- pushed out a couple of overdue pieces of writing
- finalized the cover art, booked the release show for my new album In The Raw, and plotted the release of the two singles (singles coming in February; album out March 1). You're gonna flip when you see how good the art is.
- shipped my art to New Jersey for a trans-focused exhibition at Monmouth University that opens this weekend
- checked in on the other show that's showing my work in Fairfax, and that's opening this weekend as well — so I have artwork going up in two states this weekend, neither of which is the state I live in
- decided what I'm going to do when I perform at the Spellbinder Salon next week
- had a handful of really generative artist meetings and did some more plotting and scheming for 2023 projects
- started at least three posts to this website and fell asleep before completing my thoughts, one of which began:
One of the things I miss from my vagabond youth was the ability to completely rearrange my living space on a whim, usually at midnight. Living in a little rowhouse with a spouse who needs to be able to function in here as well means that moving things around usually requires some negotiation. The tradeoff is worthwhile, but that doesn't mean I won't miss it while staring at my space at 1am and realizing that everything would be right with the world if I could just move this shelf against that wall. Not tonight the way my impulses want, but this weekend, the way my holistic happiness wants. I think what I'm coming to realize
and then it just ends
what was I realizing?
I think I was coming to admit that I needed to rearrange my office, because it had become impossible to write in, which is a problem since I am a writer. My office hasn't really been in fully functional shape since downsizing to this new room, but which is half the size of my old office space. All the boxed-up projects, stacked and haunting me. Fingers crossed, I'll have completed this next office re-org by the end of the month, and I'm feeling hopeful for what this physical shift does for my writing once it's completed.
Look how nice my bread turned out, considering I was guessing at measurements and baking by feel with this one. My dessert tonight was a griddled cheese with a thin slice of this bread and some Cooper sharp American cheese. This bread is only going to get better, esp as I figure out how to better control the way it rises.
