I always thought ‘O purple mountain’s majesty’ was poetic license, perverted to propaganda. OK, so there isn’t a fruited plain, but purple mountains were actually there tonight. I saw red light streaming through the trees in the studio window, and knew we had A Sunset, so I grabbed the camera and went out, to find this. The purple effect faded fast, but O it was gorgeous, yes?
I am working hard and agonizingly slow, on one of my, um, brilliant ideas that has essentially turned me into an art slave. “If it works it’ll be great!” and “I can do that in a couple of hours!” are my own perversion of poetic license, or rather something I’ve never learned to recognize as personal propaganda from The Voice In My Head; I’ve been at it two full days, and I still won’t finish tonight. And now, back to it. It really should be worth it…if it works.
Great Balls O’ Fire
(Oh, ps: if Blahg’s format is different, I haven’t changed it. The same thing happened on some friends’ WordPress blog a couple days ago, for a couple days. On theirs, when I commented, the proper format returned, and it seems to have returned permanently after two days or so, too).
I actually DID finish last night, at 1 am! Now another few days before I know if it works…