Monday, May 08, 2006
With sunshine comes responsibility...
Witness why I love winter. Because in the winter, there are no weeds. Someone once said, "Make no mistake, the weeds will win. Nature always bats last." Here it seems, in my "garden," nature is the ONLY batter. I haven't pulled a single weed this year, and it is a sad sight out there. We shouldn't have bought a house with so large a yard, especially one so long neglected -- we had to start from scratch with it, and we DID start, but... the ground here is a pit of prehistoric rocks. Truly. We're in the mighty Columbia River floodplain and digging even a flower bed is an arduous task. I want the fun parts of gardening, not the wrist-breaking work, and so, behold... weeds, with the occasional hardy tulip fighting its way to air. I like to pretend an evil faerie has put a spell over the land. It sounds more romantic that way.
I just can't be bothered with it. I'm clearly too busy blogging to try to garden - ha! Priorities! Busy with other things, too: Aside from writing, I've been working on a new Laini's Ladies line, this one is called "the Bohemian Collection" and will be available at the end of summer. And, one day after writing about getting my first illustration assignment ever, from Ladybug Magazine, I got a call from the art director and accepted another assignment. It will be my 10th or 11th, I think. You can see more of them here. Last fall I got a call from her and had to turn down work for the first time in my career, because I was trying to finish my book -- It was terrfiying. Ask any freelancer, even one who's been successfully working for years, and they'll tell you the terror of the work drying up just beyond the next horizon. At the SCBWI conference last week I talked to G Brian Karas about it, and though he's illustrated over 80 books (wow!), he still feels that fear. It's powerful. And to turn down the same art director twice in a row is unthinkable, so I accepted, and it's a fun assignment like they always are. So I'm in an art cocoon, and am glad to see the rain return and muffle the plaintive voices of rosebushes crying out, "Help us! We're choking!" (Ooh, that gave me a horrible twinge of guilt, writing that! I'm forever anthropomorphizing things, even furniture, and almost convincing myself it's sentient and suffering. We name our furniture, too. We have a table named Leonard Nimoy, just for the sheer joy of saying, "Your keys are on Leonard Nimoy," or "Can you please dust Leonard Nimoy?")
Anyway, while you're out coddling your garden and making lovely things grow, I will continue in my evil-faerie fantasy, and maybe even put some magic spells on the house to protect it from the encroaching weeds. Happy monday, all!
Posted by Laini Taylor at 9:45 AM