After a Saturday of cold and bleak, sunshine has returned to Chestertown.
All barn inhabitants are up and accounted for.
Tanker, our weekend guest, seems comfortable enough on the dog couch.
While Iggy seems unable to remember the host’s obligation to offer up the better bed.
Kato, though not yet an active participant in the morning caffeine ritual, is lending his mighty gusts of breath to help cool my coffee.
Alden and Monkey are refusing to admit that they’re actually awake.
Lily is contemplating change.
While Oscar is wishing that his breakfast was not a thing of the past.
I’m cleaning the house, weeding out unnecessary plastic items that have accumulated in the toy bins. There are no pictures of my industry.
For her part, Robbi is painting, painting, painting.
We have a meeting with another publisher in New York this coming week and so have decided to create a new book to pitch. We think we have a good idea, but unfortunately the good idea happened just a week ago, and unfortunately, the good idea is incredibly complex and difficult to execute.
So Robbi is in accelerated mode, trying to get enough of the new book done that others can see what a good idea it really is.
Or so we flatter ourselves to hope.
Brava and bravo. You guys are such an inspiration–not waiting for anyone’s permission to just go ahead and do something.
Right now I’m finishing up a grant application for a project called The Changeling’s Coloring Book. Do I have any formal training? No! I just like making silly surrealist drawings. And my nephew is getting to crayon-wielding age. Therefore, I want to make a coloring book for him. And for all strange little children. And sell it.
:)
Looking for a spot to comment on A.D. and F.R. and this seems as good as any. I’m not done. In fact, I have gotten as far as “Power”, which means “Ignorance” is next, (!!!!) but so far, this is wonderful stuff. IMHO, The Money section would steal the show if run on the Op-Ed page of the N.Y. Times. Well done, Idiots!
What a cosy Sunday morning after Saturday’s cold, wind, and downpours.
Good luck, Monica! Here’s to blazing a new and unknown path (littered with surrealist drawings, no less)!! Glad we can inspire in spite of our slipshod approach to just about everything. (And Matthew, having been rejected from multiple MFA programs (including the University of Minnesota, which rejected him on consecutive Mondays) is totally on your side about the formal training thing.)
Clare – thanks!! We still like it, which isn’t always the case a week after we send things. A post about it is in the works, once it’s available to the non-elites (which basically just depends on when I find time to write a post about it – chicken or egg?).
Jenifer – so true. It feels like Saturday was just a bad dream. Iggy couldn’t get enough of soaking in the sun while we were outside on Sunday.