I've been home a lot this week, and I've opened an old text file: my 2002 National Novel Writing Month story. I re-saved it and have been editing it, shortening it. It can be shorter. It can also stand to be finished, and before I can do that I need to re-familiarize myself with it.
This week I've done that while the apartment buildings next to where I live are getting remodeled.
It'd be hell trying to write anything new while that noise is going on, but I can still concentrate on the text already there. I also don't need music during that, though it's nice when I get it; keeping the music off this week means it doesn't get interrupted by power saws. Power saws even drown out Bernard Herrmann.
I wore a tie today. Tonight is First Thursday, a monthly art event, and I spent a few hours at Sequential Art Gallery getting to hear artist Steve Lieber talk about his art for Caitlin R. Kiernan's (greygirlbeast) comic series Alabaster. As informal as Portland is, I still know some damn stylish people -- they remind me that it's okay to wear more than khakis and T-shirts. So I wore a button-down with my Star Trek tie (you can see it here!) and I got compliments on it. Before that, before leaving home to go to the gallery in fact, I got dressed, buttoned that top button, and reminded myself that -- yes! -- I wasn't choking. If I had the Adam's Apple of, oh, Steve Martin, that may be an issue, but it isn't. And now I have the urge to wear more ties. I have it on the reliable authority of scholars in ZZ Top that, indeed, every girl crazy 'bout a sharp-dressed man. I'm still stubbed-pencil soft, not sharp, but I can improve...
Art can be neat. The motivation can be as simple as that. Supporting people I like is another good reason to buy, and I am aware of more chances to do so. I'll be vague, but this is me giving myself permission to get art.
Therefore I will try to earn the money needed to be able to buy art. And I was thinking this well before spending tonight at an art gallery.