there are those who SAY i have an imagination. but my dark secret is that i haven’t, really. i have relied on real life examples, for most of my life, of what a person can do for a living.
my dad sent me this picture recently. it’s not of him, but of someone else working at the drawing office he worked at when i was little.
i liked going there a lot. and i always knew that you could draw for a living because my dad did. WHAT he drew was quite another thing. we will draw a veil (buahahahaha!) over technical drawing per se since i am the grubbiest messiest artist alive and would never have managed that kind of work. far less understood what they were doing drawings OF.
still! it was drawing. and i always owned a drawing board up until very recently. i also owned a meter stick (metal straight edge) and my dad was horrified at how i treated it. “That’s a Precision Instrument!” he exclaimed at me one time as i was wielding it about. “Not any more.” i answered, cruelly.
so, how do you like that little foray into capitalization? well, there will be MORE of it soon enough! gentle reader, i am going to write for the daily waffle and i will have to ditch my ee cummings tribute style of writing and be more of a grown up.
and if that is not enough, i am CONSIDERING. considering, i say, writing a post a day for the next month for migraine awareness month. the rules are here if you’re interested. i have til tomorrow to decide. i don’t know. i’ll watch something on iplayer and come back to it.