Have taken the last week off from writing projects. It's been a sociable time this Easter break, but has also given me a chance to catch up on a couple of jobs. Mainly, the building of another set of bookshelves - before we have an avalanche of stacked books - and developing my new website.
I've been tinkering away with the new website for months and don't bother linking to the existing site any more because it looks way too clunky. The new one has involved learning Flash, Fireworks, Dreamweaver and improving my poor understanding of Photoshop. Anyway, the last week has given me a chance to hunker over the PC, develop some serious neck strain and bring out the inner nerd in me. Yesterday, I got very excited at discovering how to create an animated button in Flash. Whoopy-doo!
It'll still be a few weeks (at least) before I complete the site, I reckon, because I want to get it just right, but I'll have my own geeky launch and a party in digital wonderland when I do.
Painting (as in painting and decorating) isn't a job I enjoy. I get bored. And hate the smell of oil-based paints. Whenever I can't put this off any longer, I find that I listen to the same 2 or 3 albums over and over again as I brush away (drips running down my arm), and that eventually they become associated in my head with a particular wall colour or room or, in this case, a set of bookshelves. Have put on a couple of coats of a stinky tint called 'Bounding Main' and have ended up listening to a good deal of Regina Spektor (Begin to Hope), Sarah Blasko (As Day Follows Night) and Charlie Parr (1922). Lovely stuff. Here's a sample.