I love a good shed.

While rummaging about in the old shed (and I mean OLD) I came across some old augers, very rusty, and one of them had an old rounded wooden handle.I put them both on the one handle and thought they looked attractive.I found a rusty dog chain hanging on the little shed tied it on the handle so that I had something to hang it with.when I hung it up it looked kind of like a cross but cried out for some other element.A light bulb moment occurred and I added my rosary beads the glow in the dark type at least 50 years old. I've called it 'Getting Screwed' because I feel Jesus did get screwed, and in truth we are still screwing him around.

A Three in the morning idea.

At three am every idea feels like the best idea in the world.Unique and exciting. How will the world exist without this particular idea.And then you ring a sister or three and they either applaud or set you straight. Apparently this was a good one.
So I set about collecting the components.Two pairs of panty hose, a length of old door frame from the shed and a length of picture rail from the shed.I found stuffing from some old cushions I had disembowelled a few years ago,and I began to look lustfully at my neighbour's barbed wire fence.He was very kind if not entirely understanding and cut me off two metres.From the op shop I acquired a substantial roll of crushed velvet in exactly the right colour, for one dollar!
The idea is that women are bound by fragile bonds, and fragile bonds like love and compassion are the hardest to break.Her breasts and genitalia are barbed wire because they cause us the most pain and are objectified as is she hanging on her picture rail.She has no head because so many women in the world still have no voice and are not encouraged to 'use their heads'.The question is this .If we cut her free from her fragile bonds what will happen? Will she be better off or not?There are four more 'eves' to come, posing various scenarios for her.I am looking forward to finding the questions.

Lazy, lazy, cow.

I intended doing quite a lot today and have done nothing except fluff about on face book.Seeing as very little is actually going to happen today I'll rave a bit.
After I had finished with Arnie I thought I might cut the paper into thin strips and use it like material, like patchwork. My first collage using the strips was to be called Acid Rain and the strips would all run diagonally across the board.Not very inspired I admit, but, what can I say?
I had Ottmar Liebert's Nouveau Flamenco blasting my ear drums (music is sooo important) and I began by gluing each strip then sticking it on.What a twit? Then I started painting the board with glue and working like the clappers before the glue dried.
The darned thing took off and did entirely its own thing.So it refused to be Acid Rain I thought when this was at full pelt,"I am on the road to damnation here." so that is what it is called.

A shock to the system.

I have always been one to run from conflict.Conflict of any type let alone conflict involving blood letting. I would never choose a book if the hero or heroine were likely to suffer anything more than a hang nail.Yet out of my head has spilled a rather gory tale,quite wallowing in blood and other nasty stuff.I have only a few more pages to write and then the decision what to do with it? I do tend to be a meglamaniac but with underlying self doubt.However as I have spent this time with my heroine I found myself crying much of the time and wishing she could change,but she wouldn't.
So to my mind if she has affected me this much perhaps the story has merit.I guess I will stop wasting time blogging about it and get it finished then.