Hi there! Here I am. I have good news and bad news. I needed to be in the top 10 out of 100 in my group to make it to the finals of the 100-word event. I came in freakin’ twelfth place. Can anyone say ouch?! I’m in agony.
And then today the judges’ feedback came. Holy flip. My story was about Snow White, so I can fittingly say that the first judge was Grumpy, the second was Dopey, and the third was Happy. God bless Happy is all I can say here.
Grumpy Judge didn’t care for the story at all. He barely managed a kind word. Under what the judges like, he said it was an engaging take on a fairy tale. On what the judges feel needs work, he wrote a tome about how unexplained my apple-poison curse was. He was really miffed about it.
Dopey Judge said, “When you wrote that the pair lived happily ever after, who were you referring to? Sleepy and the prince? Doc and Snow White? Who?” Uh, no. I was referring to Snow White and the prince, but thanks for those alternative interpretations! [Facepalm.] I like to think it was implied.
Happy Judge just loved it!! Her commentary made my day! She appreciated my humor and everything!
So, yeah, that’s the bad news. Twelfth. [Insert dirty words here.] [And some more.] [Maybe a few more.] I can’t believe I came in that high, given that only one judge was in my corner! Wow!
The good news is that I went to therapy today for the second week and it went well. I think my therapist will help me resolve my issues.
I’m disappointed that my rainbow table hasn’t sold yet, but I just listed it yesterday. Geez! Of course it hasn’t sold yet. What I’d like to do is have a shop. There’s a huge art building in Louisville called the Mellwood Art Center, and they rent out shop space to people who have stuff they’ve made to sell. Sort of like a huge in-person etsy experience. Very artsy. A small room of 10′ x 10′ would rent for $130 a month + renter’s insurance.
Here’s the problem: I’ve toyed with this idea off and on, but I really need a business partner. I can’t make furniture and man the store and build a web site and print business cards and advertise and figure out how to take digital payments all on my own. I need someone else who’s willing to learn all the fun aspects of furniture building (to whatever extent he or she is comfortable) and help me out with the other aspects that I don’t know about either. If he or she knows all the business stuff, great. If not, I can ask my stepsister Celia for basic starters. She had the biggest shop there for years. She’d know all the ins and outs. She moved down south to Alabama, but I know she’d give me pointers. But still, I need a business partner. And it’s not just a need as much as a desire. I want someone to be invested in this stuff with me. Like, let’s make this happen! Show some enthusiasm!
I don’t care if the person doesn’t have money to put up. I could subtract whatever I venture from their cut, if that makes sense. I just don’t feel capable of doing it all on my own. I propositioned Ash, but she’s more interested in growing her Tarot business. (And she’s very, very talented at it. It’s eerie.) I don’t have many other local friendships or relationships to turn to. My intuition tells me that the universe might send me someone if the timing is right. In the meantime, I’ll keep building.
It’s hard to get a rhythm with furniture making. Often, it becomes an hourly task of painting or topcoating. And then I have to occupy myself elsewhere for an hour between coats. That never leaves a very productive feel, and heaven help me, I can never remember when it’s been an hour, either. [Eyeroll.] I’m not yet organized enough to be cutting for one project while painting for another. That might be asking too much of my brain. No huge deal.
I’d love to have a protege who I could teach the trade to. I’m self-taught (except for one class I took in how to make a small wooden reindeer). I’ve been doing it for long enough to know what’s not going to work; e.g., I’m terrible at applying wallpaper to plywood. My partner would be more than welcome to make suggestions for products and color schemes. We know me: rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! Another perspective could be useful. I doubt the job would ever offer more than supplemental income, so this person shouldn’t hope for a full-time living from it (but, hey, the sky’s the limit…).
Anyway, I haven’t gotten much done today. I’ve noticed that on therapy days, I go into processing mode afterward and space out. This isn’t a huge deal. It means I’m working through stuff subconsciously so my conscious mind just needs to rest. Oh! That would be another fun thing about working with me. I take choosing your own hours to the next level. (Although I guess that might change if we had to man the shop, although every individual tenant gets to pick when they’re open. Still, though, sales won’t happen when we’re not open.)
So that’s my fantasy. Since I have no idea how to find such a person, I’ll focus on creating some more furniture pieces and listing them on etsy.
I hope everyone out there reading this is having a great day!!