Let's see:
The mask is done and given to it's rightful owner.  There is need for some correction, but we'll get to that. (Damn polyurethane.)
I'm nearly done with one piece of embroidery and the other will not take long, so they will be put in the mail soon.
I've got two dragons to do, but they sort of work themselves.
And, one Ball of Bun, which is a whole day of work.
So, here it is...the moment...the moment I can look at my paper mache table (which is our kitchen table, but the hubby doesn't give me grief about it) and can honestly smile that knowing smile of someone who can start a new project.
"But, you have all those others!" you might shout.
Not that you will because many of you who visit here have the same problem of not enough time in the day to satisfy the Monster of Creation.
We all have one. Â You have to sacrifice at least one pound of creative service a day to it or it gets very growly and wants to chew on your ears.
Mine, poor dear, was hiding in a closet, locked in a box for a very long time. In the beginning, it was running free. Â Running in circles mostly, but really only until it found a direction. Â But, then, a change, a move made it a little more wary. Â It found itself a little less accepted. Â When it did attempt to crawl out and shine, it was frowned at, told it wasn't good enough, and forced into a little box. Â Sometimes, it would peek out of the box, but there would be the same coldness. Â It would shiver and duck back into the box. Â Eventually, the box went into a very deep, very dark closet...
Many years later, I found the little box, and opened it, and the Monster of Creation blinked at me in the light but was a little too nervous to come out just yet and sought out a shadowy corner of the box...
It took a lot of months to coax it out. Â But, after using soothing music, a few happy comments, a few carrots and the odd cupcake, the once shy, huddling thing has decided it no longer needs to be afraid and is currently jumping up and down on my head.
The problem with that is it's had a lot of pent up energy, meaning, it's a little hyper-active.  This is probably the source of my Project ADD.  My Monster of Creation is just so excited all the time that it flits from one project to the next.  I think it feels like it doesn't have enough time left in life to do everything it wants to do.
Silly monster.
I often lose to it. Â It's hard to say no to it when it's suffered so. Â As this blog post has been written over the weekend, a new paper mache project has surfaced. Â A new mask based on a nightmare I had. Â The good thing about it is that it's not needing to be finished Now. Â It can develop as the Monster sees fit. Â That's rather nice.
And, oh yes, it's going in the Halloween pile. Â Oh, a new jack o'lantern will be started, too. Â Also, Scratch. Â Scratch is a creature that has been in the works for years. Â I can never get his skeleton right...
Halloween is months away. Good time to start all of these new ideas. Â No rush. Â No stress. Â And, besides, every time I start a new Halloween project I tend to stand in the kitchen and cackle like a mad scientist. Â (No, that is not an exagerration. Â Ask the hubby.) It's a good feeling seeing your evil plans coming to fruition.
The next Halloween party has a Zombie Apocolypse theme. Â By the gods, I will have the crawling zombie torso and the squirming zombie head on a plaque...
I think when I get this way, my Monster of Creation hops up and down happily wringing its hands because other than crochet, Halloween stuff is the only time it gets really excited.
I just had a thought, though. Â I think I need to give my little Monster of Creation a form. Â No one else can see him, of course. Â All of our Monsters are very personal, but I think some times they wouldn't mind people knowing they're there and what they look like. Â I'm betting mine would hope I would make him fiercer than he is, but we'll have to see on that one.
In fact, I challenge everyone to show off their Monsters of Creation. Â I've seen what you guys can do. Â This challenge is a walk in the park.
That is, of course, if you can get the little boogers to sit still long enough to copy them...
Wouldn't hurt to give them a name either. Â I never really had a name for mine before. Â He was always just my little monster. Â Have to give him a name...
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There are times I wonder if my monster shouldn't be on some medication to try to focus its energies, but you know, that would be stupid. Â Mosters of Creation are meant to be wild, untamed, and annoyingly everywhere. Â It's their nature. Â I don't think I'll mess with that.
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