My job is ending, but my business is really beginning…

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Hello Lovelies! I’m here!  I’ve not abandoned my blog, though, to be honest, I had toyed with it.  I was feeling overwhelmed with life, and just the fact that there was a blog, that hadn’t been updated in a long time, was just sitting … not being updated… it mocked me.  Really, it did. But, I’ve come back. 

Quick update,  the company I work for has been purchased. For awhile, it was going to be refinanced, and then some potential buyers came by, but we were told it was a formality. I really hate being lied to, so I’ve had lots of grouchiness about working for a couple of old guys who were just trying to find a good deal for themselves, but lying to the people whose lives it would really affect.  I wish they would have owned their greediness, told the truth. It would have sucked anyway, but giving false hope really sucks.  We had hired a girl, literally 19,  to take the place of the old guy, but her life changed and she quit after 2 weeks.  Since March my schedule has been crazy, and I’ve been working most of the weekends, and it just sucked.  They finally hired another person, but now we all have to re-apply for our jobs if we want them, and I’m not sure I want to work for the new company. They expect us to “sell more” and will have quotas for us to meet, ugh. I’m thinking it may be time to look for a different job.

Just a few of the things I’ve made since my last post…

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I’m taking a big step this year. I’m getting some help with my business. I want to do more than just custom orders,   I want my business to grow some, I want to grow as a person, and a business owner.

I am nearly frozen when speaking to people about what I do.  I’ve always had a fear of public speaking, as a kid, when I had to give presentations in school, all my friends told me I turned bright red, nearly glowed, there was a particular presentation in 10th grade, I was wearing yellow, and the red apparently lit up the yellow…ugh.  When it comes to speaking about my creations, you’d think I’d have an easier time, it’s what I love. But no.  Even if someone I know asks what I make,  it’s difficult for me to even get out the words “I create one of a kind art dolls.” It comes out more like “uh, I uh, you know, make dolls, usually, uh, creepy…”  Happily, there’s usually a computer around, and I log in and show my facebook page http://www.facebook.com/KimsCreepyCreations and things are better. I usually just let them scroll through the pictures and then things are easier.  I’ve never spoken to a business about selling some of my work at their shop, hell, I’ve never sold anything at a fair or convention of any type. I’m absolutely terrified. In my head what happens is a bunch of older ladies come by  and tell my my work isn’t good, and people like pretty things, what’s wrong with me. (Actually some older ladies  have said those things to me, I was working on zombies in a cafe, I used to do that some, and at different visits, there would be an older lady who would tell me that while my stitches were nice, and the work was well done, they were ugly. Clearly not my niche, and probably not going to be at a convention,  but they’re in my head, for now.  The world would not end if I sat somewhere with dolls I’d made and NOT sold one, I’d feel embarrassed as hell and it would probably feel like the end. I don’t know if I could have that happen much more than once.

BUT, I also have dreams. As scared as I am to speak to people, I am terrified that if I don’t ever give real effort to my business, if I don’t ever really try, I’d regret it.  I don’t have huge dreams of world domination…not right now at least… but I want to be able to face real people, I want to learn to market these guys, I love them, and others seem to also. I’d like to go to cool conventions up and down the coast and be excited to go and see people who will want my dolls. There are some other ideas brewing, but I’m actually going to be taking classes, and checking out different fairs and conventions in the area, once I learn to tell people face to face that I make creepy and fantastical dolls and they are going to want one.  That is my plan for this year. I’ll be sharing what’s going on with me here, at least that’s my plan… best laid plans of mice and all…

Well that’s that. I still need a bit of money coming in, so will look into another part time gig, but always looking to that time when I can say, “you know, I appreciated that you gave me a job, but my business is really taking off, and I don’t really need to work this job anymore. Thank you, and here’s my two-week’s notice.” THAT is my dream.

Keep it creepy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Work…and life…

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Hello Lovelies!  Nearly didn’t post anything, Not a lot of supreme wonderfulness of late.

Zombies Lucy and Ricky were sent away AND have reached their home, I’m sure pictures will happen soon, I will share.

The old guy at work, who I would routinely spend about 30 minutes of “fixit” time cleaning up messes from,  has quit.  He’s not really well, and is contemplating surgery next month, and would be gone…for a bit. So he quit.  The last 2 weeks he’s been out, so I’ve had to take an extra day.  Now I don’t work full time, only 3 days a week. but it’s a nice schedule.  I work Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, occasionally taking an extra shift, or switching shifts, so my boss and her family could go off for a day… or for when she had her baby and I had to mind the shop a couple extra days.

Lately, MY life has given me some extra stress, so my fuse has been shorter.  Then, at work, I have to listen to so many stories, most sad, and many completely true, about how the customer’s lives have changed terribly, and they can’t pay their bills, but want their stuff, so why can’t I just take the lock off their stuff and be a human being… that last part was exaggerated, but there have been some customers who’ve not only lied, but said quite rude things. I’d say on an average day, I have to listen to between 5 and 10 stories about bills, family members in the hospital, car troubles, emergencies, and the like.  Some people are routinely having crises.  Some days, I just don’t have the ability to listen to all those stories, and then clear my mind when I get home, and try to create. One day a customer completely lied to me, then to my boss, and I just couldn’t pick up a hook, I was still so mad.  But, it’s ok, I’ve got 4 days of to do errands, chores, hang out with my husband and critters, AND to find the right mood and create. I really am so very happy, when I create.  But I’ve worked 4 days the last 2 weeks. Doesn’t sound like much of a difference, but there were appointments and early days, and one less day when I could “find my place.”

Life has been hectic lately. Lots of ups, and even more downs.  It’s just the way it is.  When I’m at home, with my husband and critters, I’m at least more at ease, even when things are crazy and up in the air. I can even manage to find the right mood, go to that place on the edge of reality, and create. I get lost and just work, and I love it.  Not being able to find that place, or even feel like I could go there, feels like I’m choking.  It probably sounds hyperbolic, and maybe I’m super over-dramatic.  It could be because for so many years, I didn’t have a way to creatively express myself as I do now, I feel like I’m making up for lost time.  I feel like I need to catch up. It’s frustrating.

At work, both weeks, on my 4th day of work, when I just wanted to get out, my boss would ask, “How’s your day at work?” And I’d just say “fine.”  She wanted more I would guess. “Just fine?”  I’d tell her that I said I’d help out, didn’t mean I had to be super happy about it.  Then I told her that I’d really prefer to try to stay to my 3 day a week schedule. I told her why, that lately, my life has been hectic, and work has too.   I said that I couldn’t always create after work, so I kind of missed that time.  I was feeling more stress, and I didn’t like how it felt.  She said ok.

Sunday morning, on my day off, at 7:30 am, the boss texts me to tell me that the old guy has finally quit, and that she needs me to be at work Thursday through Saturday, since they will be out of town. I text “ok, thanks,”  Yes, I was up, and awake, but didn’t want to get into a conversation.  Then another text, “if you change your mind about working extra hours since it’ll sure help.”  *hit head on table* Nothing like an extra bit of guilt on a Sunday morning.  I’d told her the day before that I didn’t mind a 4 day week every other week, but I just didn’t want to commit to 4 days indefinitely. She’d given me a puzzled look, and said “it’s not that much, you just shrug off the stories.”  Sadly, for me right now, it does feel like that much more, since I can’t quite shrug off the stories “just like that.”  But still, since I didn’t text back immediately “Oh I’ll totally help all you need” I feel like a big jerk.  But I’ve done that before.  I’ve had jobs where I offered to help out extra, and was taken advantage of.  It became the norm. I also know I’ve had jobs that I grew tired of, but because I don’t like job hunting, I just kept at it, and ended up dreading going to work every day.  I don’t want to end up with this job feeling that way as well.  Still feel like a jerk, but I can’t text her today.  Maybe I need a day or two off together to clear my head, and then I’ll re-offer 4 days a week every other week.

But not yet.  Today, I need a day off, and to not have to think about that, I want to be able to create more…

Keep it creepy

A Quieter Week…

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Hello Lovelies!

This week was quieter than last… I wasn’t bothered by much, not too indignant about anything in particular… probably for the best… I prefer not to be too up in arms about stuff so very often, it takes away from the creativity…

Work is the usual.  We DO have auction coming up this week, so I not only get the calls from people trying to figure out if they can get their stuff out of the auction (there are lots of calls from people saying they have __ amount of money, will that be enough? There is usually a notation in the file as to what we would take… I don’t do well with these calls, and in that, I really mean, I don’t like to take those calls.  I can give them the amount of money the owner will take as long as they come up with it 30 minutes before the auction happens, but the stories, the occasional voice hitches,  always weigh heavy, and are often difficult to end.  I also get calls from potential buyers of the unit property– the auction company we use has a website, and they put up a picture of the front of the storage unit, so people can see a bit of what’s inside.  But people call, sometimes a handful, sometimes up to a dozen a day, asking if I can give them detailed information about what’s in the unit, how many units are going up for sale, how big the units are.   I think the auction process is my least favorite part of the operation.  There are some of the units that are up for auction that I don’t feel quite as badly about going up for sale… the customer took off and didn’t give us any forwarding info, maybe the person was a lot to deal with and often lied or took advantage of the services… but there are a few of them I genuinely feel terribly about… the ones who can’t seem to keep up on their bills because life is hard right now… Yes, auctions are probably my least favorite part of the business, though necessary.

The other thing is there is a rent increase, per the owner.  The owner was looking at the books, and our rates were lower than those in the surrounding area… no good, increases this year.  Luckily , my boss found ways to only increase rents about $10-$20,  but as the letters started going out– people have a month notice, the calls about why is the rent increasing, what if I don’t want to pay that…  All I could do is tell them it’s the owner’s final decision, and give them the latest date that they could move their stuff out with no penalty. Such is work…

Zombie Lucy is coming along. Here are some updated pictures. I’m kind of stuck on her clothes, but hopefully will get some inspiration this weekend. ALSO, I have Zombie Ricky to work on, so even if I don’t get any ideas about Lucy’s clothes, Ricky can come to life, as it were…

Zombie Lucy's bra, Kim's Sticks and Strings     Lucy's bra, Kim's Sticks and Strings

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Whatta rack!

I’m also going to try to work on her shoes this weekend–I’m going to give polymer clay shoes a go…wish me luck.

AND before I forget, the lovely and very cool Jess from Knot By Gran’ma put up an interview of little ol me in her blog…she makes monsters too, you should check her out.

http://knotbygranma.com/2014/01/30/the-fabulous-kim-sophia-of-kims-sticks-and-strings/

February is Women in Horror Month, and I’m quite sorry I’m not as prepared with lots of links and things that you can go check out, but I’m going to be. I’d like to say this next week’s blogs will have some authors, movies, and art you can check out, at least some.  It could be a month long thing.   Hey, my friend Rebecca Besser is an author, giving away 3 selections until February 4th, so if you read this before then, here’s her blog link, you can go find them

http://blog.rebeccabesser.com/

I’ve read some of her work, LOVE it and actually picked up one of the free ones, which I will read and review–please, if you read a book, especially an independent author, review it!!!  It helps SO much!!!

Alrighty then. That’s about my week. It’s Saturday morning right now, I should probably eat something and get my day started… some chores and errands to do, then maybe come back and put on a horror flick and start Zombie Ricky.

Keep it creepy!!! ❤

Just another week… some work, some rant…

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Hello dear ones! 

Brainy by Kim's Sticks and Strings

Last week I was finishing Mikey the ninja turtle. He’s all done, and a few days in the mail already–He’s on his way to Ontario, Canada, so he takes a bit of time. Here he is if you hadn’t seen him.

mike the ninja turtle by kim's sticks and strings

I’ve started Zombie Lucille Ball and there will be a Zombie Ricky Ricardo.  I’ve been daydreaming about this order for a few weeks.  Jill is cool enough to give me lots of freedom in making them. She didn’t even tell me what age, or what they should wear… which, I might add, is amazing!  She’s tall, 9″ tall so far without hair and shoes… Did I tell you I’m going to make shoes? Not crochet shoes. she’s Lucille Ball!  I’m going to attempt polymer clay shoes…crazy, yes, I know.  It could go well, they could just fall apart…both have happened in my head already, so I’m prepared for either…

Have had a few new ideas for upcoming spawn. I can’t do anything about them for a couple months. which is probably good. Some of the ideas need some mulling around…  I really need to figure out a way to wake up and be  “ready to work.” I could totally use a few 10-12 hour creating sessions.  That’s not really something that I get too often, but it could be nice.

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This part of my blog has strong opinions, some swearing, and a naked zombie at the end. Not safe for work, whiny people who don’t like strong language, or for those Pattern-Please bitches…

So, I know I’ve written about this before, but I’ve seen it happen lately, and it still gets me all crazed.   It’s the Pattern-Please Princesses again… That’s their new name. And Princess isn’t a compliment…she’s a sort of useless, overentitled good-for-nothing.    For you who aren’t hookers, Pattern-Please Princesses are the ones whose comment on a picture of a lovely creation that has been crocheted, or knitted, is “Pattern please,” like that makes their harpy like shrieks better. I’d like to smack them.

You are a hooker, and you have designed something SOOOO wonderful. It’s truly exactly how you envisioned it.  You put up a picture of your creation, a piece of your soul.  And some idiot comes along with “Pattern please.”  Yes, they deserved to be slapped in the face.

I don’t create patterns, I don’t work from patterns (except for socks and gloves, but then they’re patterns where I choose the yarn and needles, make a gauge swatch, and measure the hands or feet–very personal items, made for a specific person).  I realize that’s not really the norm. I don’t like patterns for most things… to me, it’s like using someone else’s words to tell my story, someone else’s skills to create MY vision.  But some hookers, knitters too I imagine, see something lovely, cute, amazing, and then instead of FIRST complimenting the artist on how much work went into it, what a wonderful creation it is, just want the instructions for themselves…ugh, they annoy me so.

Last weekend I was looking at micro-crochet to share in a community I help admin, and I saw some very amazing little creatures.  I found them on flickr, and was looking through the pictures, when I saw them… the Pattern Please Princesses.  On one picture in particular, there were 3 of these shrews, not one of them told the artist anything about how lovely, how much work went into creating them, not one bit about how they were envious of her skill. Just pattern please, and when the artist said she didn’t create patterns, they harassed her. “Why not” “When will it be up?” “Can’t you just write down what you did really quick”  One bitch kept on, asking “Can’t you just go look at it and write down some numbers for me? It can’t be that hard to count.”  She, in particular,  deserves a double slap.  What. The. Hell.

If you are one of these princesses, my opinion of you is amazingly low.  You must not know what it takes to have an idea and create a thing from just your idea.  I’m not talking about the folks who use patterns for most everything they create, I’m talking about the jerks who think everything should be a pattern, given away for free, so that you can create  everything you want.  They kind of remind me of Gollum from Lord of the Rings… I imagine them hording patterns in some filing system, stroking their preciouses.

This is in red, for effect.  If you are a Pattern Please Princess, yes, I do want to slap you, you deserve it.  You CAN change.  IF YOU NEED A PATTERN, and I use need loosely, because well, that’s just a crock of shit, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL YOU FIND HOLY, COMPLIMENT THE ARTIST!!!!!!  Your creation is lovely/amazing/so very cute! I’ve not seen anything I like so much/It’s just the most wonderful _______/ You are so very talented/It must have taken you so much focus to create the great detail/The stitching is so lovely… You get the idea.  Compliment the work you like so much. It doesn’t cost you anything, and obviously you think the creation is wonderful, you want to make one. THEN, after a few sentences of praise, then, you may ask if there might be a pattern.  IF THERE IS NOT, OR WON’T BE, DROP IT. Keeping at it makes people embarassed for you, you look like some jerk who just won’t move on. Really.  I’ve deleted comments because I couldn’t look at the begging anymore.  It’s desperate. And shallow.  If there’s no pattern and there won’t be, say thank you and move along.

I will always wonder about the real lives of Pattern Please Princesses. Are they so very annoying in the real world? How did they get to be that way?  Why didn’t someone just tear into them just once?  How were they never set straight by someone in their lives, a family member, a “friend,” a boss? How did they just not get told “not everything is for you.”  I probably seem a bit sensitive about it, but after coming across about a dozen creations where the Princesses just hounded the artist without properly praising first, I began to just feel so ashamed of those other hookers.  So much so I had to go looking at other art, just to find a picture of something that the comments didn’t say “tell me how you made that exactly.”

I actually don’t belong to many crochet groups, communities, because I can’t stand the Princesses, and they are in every group, looking for patterns, wanting to know why some won’t share.  One Princess told me that in order to join their community I had to share a pattern of my own creation, for free.  My exact words were “Fuck your community.”   A bit harsh, maybe.  But I’m not a Princess, and couldn’t possibly hang out with them. I just wanted her to know I don’t belong with them.  I am so. much. more than that.

So…that’s been my week. Finishing Mikey,  starting Zombie Lucy, being inspired to create some new things, being annoyed by Princesses.  Just another week…  Hopefully I’ll be able to show you  more of Lucy next time, right now she’s just a faceless zombie with underpants.

Zombie Lucy and my grinch by Kim's Sticks and Strings Zombie Lucy's pink undies, by Kim's Sticks and Strings

Have a good week, Keep it creepy!!!

Happy New Year!!!

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I do hope everyone is coping with the return to “normal life,” I know so very many of you just went back to work yesterday, all bleary eyed, wondering why there is so much to do, and everything is so loud and crazy, why so many people want something…that’s because the world didn’t stop while you were on holiday, dearies!  I’m sure it will take you a few days  to catch up…

I had a couple extra days off, but not weeks, like some.  A few customers came in  during the holidays, and they had time off, they were enjoying themselves, nice, friendly.  Yesterday, people who came in were harried, rushed. Gone were the smiling faces, the jokes and frivolity…  awwwww, real life set in did it?  One news program said something about the first day back to work after december holiday was reportedly the day most people reported as feeling depressed, as they

~have no more holiday time

~spent too much on holiday gifts and are now broke and bills are piling up (If you can’t pay your bills because you’ve spent too much on gifts, that’s your problem, and it is a bit of a problem…)

~folks set the resolutions up and have to start trying to fulfill their  intentions…often means no drinking, exercising, dieting, and less fun than they had on holiday

For some of us, life didn’t stop, work didn’t, and so this day was just like any other, except that many of the pouty folks took it out on us.  It’s good to remember that just because YOU aren’t having a good time of it because you have to return to the real world, don’t take it out on those of us who never really left.  A lady came in to pay her bill for the month (recap–I work at a self storage facility), and it wasn’t on time, so she had $30 extra in fees; she was mad.  She swore that she didn’t get her bill or late notices via email .  I checked our record, nothing was  returned, she got iher late notice on the 23rd (she usually doesn’t pay until the $10 late notice fee comes, but then 5 days later there’s another $20 fee.  She’s stored her stuff there for years, she knows the drill).  Her face dropped. She told me she was in Cancun.  “So, you didn’t have access to email when you were in Cancun? No computers anywhere?”  No, apparently she just didn’t check her email while she was out of the country on holiday… “Well, sadly, choosing to ignore your bill isn’t something that I can waive your fees for.”  She looked like she had to take a second to process what I said, and then realized, yea. I was right. It wasn’t our fault she didn’t pay her bill, she chose to ignore responsibility.  She pulled the extra money from her wallet and  told me to email her receipt to her, turned and walked out.  I had 5 phone calls and 3 more people come in, ones who forgot their responsibilities, spent too much on fun, and were similarly disappointed that they weren’t going to have the extra fees taken off…what DO people think?  It seems like no one planned ahead.

Anyway. life is pretty normal for me, still work 3 days a week, still planning world domination through my yarnspawn.  I”m making a ninja turtle for a cool dad to give to his daughter…she’s taken his Cthulhu, and this was hopefully going to make a trade possible. But now I hear that she likes Cthulhu, and may not give him back… Love. So  much love.  And who could blame her, look at these eyes

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I’ll put up a post of Mikey, the ninja turtle when he’s done. I’m starting on the back piece of the shell today.

Until next time, keep it creepy!!!!!!

Hey Look! Another Post!

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Hello Lovelies!!!

So, the end of the year is here, we’re down to counting days or hours even before the end.  I’ve always liked New Year’s, endings, beginnings, old stuff is gone, we made it one more year!  I like to take stock of the year, so very much happens in one year’s time.

I never really like to think in terms of good year-bad year. Certainly some are better than others, some are smoother, uneventful, some are exciting, not always for the better…  But as I get older, I just like to look at what has happened, the good and the bad together. When you’re in the middle of the bad, it seems like forever, but looking back over the year…things are different.

This was a big year for me. I started this blog, got past, kind of, my hangups about not having anything to say that someone would read.  And look at me, some of you DO read what I write!  Kisses.  And I’ve tried to stay pseudo-regular with it, and will try to do so next year…YES, I will be continuing on next year!  I’m going to try to go back to a once a week posting, even if there’s “nothing” to post.  

I made a lot of bigger dolls this year too!  Medusa is 18″ long, Rachel is 12″ tall, and the Clay golem is 18″ tall.  There were a couple of 10″ Cthulhus, and Blue was more than 9″ tall, as well.

Image1037     Image1377     clay golem

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I stretched myself,  always trying to make things look more like the image in my head, or the image I’m working from.  Calvin and Hobbes made me work.  They’re so popular, they have a specific look, so they couldn’t just be a blonde boy in a red shirt with a tiger, they had to look “right.”  Samara, too, was a very intense doll to make. I sewed all her wee hairs in by hand, AND I really did want her to look as creepy and close to Samara Morgan as I could get her.

Calvin and Hobbes by Kim's Sticks and Strings     1SamaraMorgan

I learned to  do a thread joint on bear legs, and  have come up with my own skull pattern that I like to use, very good for sugar skulls.

AshCareBear,Kim's Sticks and Strings     skullgrinchcollage

There were some less than wonderful things. It took me half the year to find a job. I DO really like my job, so I’m pretty ok with it all now, but it did take forever, it seemed.  My husband did go to the hospital for about a week for depression and anxiety.  It seems like forever ago, but it was at the end of September. He’s taking his meds, and while they may not be perfect, they’re going pretty well for him right now.  I’m so very happy things weren’t worse for him, or that he didn’t really need to be gone for any longer, I was a bit of a wreck while he was gone. Onward.

I’m so very very glad for all the connections I’ve made over the last year. I have made some very wonderful, supportive friends, you know who you are, and I just adore knowing you! In a perfect world we could all get together somehow, but I appreciate you sharing your lives with me.  I have also become closer to some friends who I’d made before 2013, people who helped talk me through the bad times, and made me smile and laugh all year long. I feel so very lucky to know such wonderful people. You are my friends, my support, comic relief, my muses, the thoughtful people who know just what to say, people who make me think, and dream.  I thank you all.

So, what do I want for this year?   I’m still more than happy to help people realize their dreams, sometimes, very creepy, in yarn. I’m hoping to learn to build in some time to create some dolls I’ve been thinking about, and to make some more sugar skulls.

I’m hoping the job continues to be as cool and fun as it is now. I, and the husband, would like for him to have a job; he’s had some very promising interviews, so he’s just playing the waiting game.

I will work being more mindful, on self-acceptance, and remembering to cherish my loved ones every day, our time here is so fleeting.

I will get back to reading more regularly– I read every day I was off the last week, it was fantastic!  And there will be more contests this year with spawn for the prize! Maybe not story contests, I’d like to try to switch it up!!!  OH, and YARNBOMBING!!!  Yes, more of that!!!

So here’s a picture of the last spawn I will have finished for 2013.  I wanted to create something I’d not had an order for, just start making and see what happened. I started this faery… he was very therapeutic, and so much fun. More things like this will happen in the new year.  So here is Gorman, the Water Sprite, my last finished spawn for the year. He’s already got a  home, I’m so happy, and will be making his way there starting New Year’s Eve.

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Keep it creepy, my lovelies!!!

Sorry inactive for so long…

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So…I bet you thought that my blog had just gone inactive… or maybe just hoped, but not so…

I have found it hard to blog lately, for a few reaasons, but none “really” good.

~Still having the “nothing is really going on with me” feelings, nothing but my regular life to chat about, not a lot of outrage I need to express. And most of you who read this also facebook with me and/or we follow each other on twitter,  so you know what’s going on…  I find it hard to chronicle my day to day stuff… I’ve always wondered about blogs, why would I need one? Is my life so interesting/different/noteworthy to anyone that I need to spend time writing this down? The answer is a resounding “no” but still I try.  I was pretty good at staying on a schedule, but life makes things… happen here and there, and it did get left behind. I am trying to pick it back up, some sort of weird, random torture, but you know, different strokes and all.

~I’ve been crazy busy the last month with orders, and  there wasn’t much wiggle room for time in between.  I’m the only one to blame, I stacked myself that way. I’d like to try to give myself a bit more wiggle room in between this coming year, maybe a bit of time in between to make something that’s been in my head… Most of my deadlines are a bit self-imposed, folks pay for their spawn and wait, super patiently, so I feel like I’ve got to get them out…but this year, a few more things out of my head.

~I’ve been sleeping a bit later on weekends, when I usually blog. Now let me start this by saying that, for me, late means 6:15 or later.  I’m a notoriously early waker. I’m usually awake by 5:30, if not earlier, but bed is comfortabler than the harsh, cold-floored world.  This bit of time is usually when I read, and blogged.  *huge wide eyes* I haven’t read any books for about 2 months, I’m kind of going through withdrawls.  A consequence of not getting up that early, is that everything gets pushed back about an hour.  In the morning, I sit, check messages, facebook, twitter, look at my order calendar, wake up, and then make coffee. Reading happens before the facebook and stuff. I usually like to fill my mind with a different world, something creepy and monstrous, something different, other-worldly.  It’s like feeding my imagination.  Since I haven’t read for a bit, I feel a bit empty.  I don’t have a kindle, or laptop even, and I like to read in the super quiet, but all my ebooks are on my computer, so once the husband is up, there’s no reading to be done, the world is too busy for me to read.

The morning is my thinking time, my time for peace. I try to find things to make it a good day, something to inspire me. Staying in bed gives me less “me-time,” sad though that is.

~I also feel like I should write “an appropriate amount.”  I have no specific number of words, or amount of  things I should tell you before I can consider it an appropriate blogpost.  I seem to like to impose these irrational requirements on myself, without completely deciding perameters…I must like to keep myself guessing…good going self…  when I give myself a chance to read blogs, I read  all kinds. Not all have yarn, many are art, reading, horror… lots of horror blogs… Some are long, some are short. Very short.

~Lastly, for me, still comes how hard it is to share me.  There are still the mean voices, the nasties, the rudes, the ones that ask me why would anyone care? read? care. I tell myself I can do this, others do it, some seem to have no problem telling all kinds of stuff about themselves, whether of note, or not. They tell me that if I stop sharing, writing about what’s going on, about my life, about me, no one will care, know, care.  I say I will. I will know… and I might care.  They say no one.  I say, well, at least I get it off my chest, out of my head.  There’s so much to get out, I need to make room.  I need to get the negative out of my head, make room for the monsters the creatures I want to create, there’s no room for them AND the nasty rude voices. It’s hard to create when my mind is filled with “the badness,” so I write, to try to get them out. 

So, you know what this means, don’t you… I will have to start getting up early, reading again, and blogging again.  I can’t say as the blog will be weekly like before, but I can’t say that it won’t. Not sure what I’ll be trying this year, FOR SURE.  Though, my friend T suggested that she and I watch horror flicks this year, and we’re going to write down some trivia questions. Later on in the year, to give us time, I’ll put up some trivia questions about horror flicks, and will probably make another spawn to give away, make it like a contest.

I’ll be sharing my spawn, as well. I feel a bit odd about sharing them AGAIN, I put them on facebook, twitter, pinterest and deviantART, but I guess the cool part of it being MY blog is that I can share…

I will have an extra day or so off before the end of the year, so I’ll write one more post this year, sort of my year in review, and plans for the new year, but it won’t be before christmas.  We don’t do a lot, but spend the day together, so it’s nice.

Before I end this post, I will share a picture of something I made for fun. My friend from WORM FOOD Studios (on facebook https://www.facebook.com/YOUAREWORMFOOD) had a contest, he wanted a picture of santa, being eaten by a worm. I didn’t win the contest, but here was my entry:

santa eaten by a worm, kims sticks and strings

 

If you celebrate, have a lovely holiday. And until next time, keep it creepy!!!