I'm Not an Artist

Growing up I had quite a couple of friends who were artists. They doodled during class and drew in their free time. Art was their life.
That was never me. I've always liked art but I've never considered myself an artist.
Right now I am working as an artist, and it is weird. I have been enjoying it so far but I'm not very good, so sometimes I'm like "why would you want to pay for my work?"
Maybe I should readjust my definition of "artist" but that is difficult because although I appreciate art and enjoy doing it I still see it as a little useless.
Quite a conundrum. Maybe I should go eat an apple.

Research

Author's are smart.... at least good authors. They may not know a lot of things but they know how to research. I've heard some of my favorite authors talk about research. In a podcast Brandon Sanderson talked about how much research he did on canals and how they effect the economy for his trilogy Mistborn. This surprised me because when I read them canals weren't a big part of the book. And yet as my sister said the other day, "if the author gets it right the reader doesn't even notice, but if the author messes up it takes you out of the book." At the back of Sarah Eden's books she often writes about the research she did for that book in particular. She seems to get it spot on.
For my novel (that I am still working on), I have researched wolf biology and culture, human hunter gatherers, telling time at night, how far a person can walk in a day, desert animals and plants,  second language acquisition, to name the majority. And it is a fantasy world. That's why historical fiction is so intimidating to me.

Fred, My Head and Me (and oh yeah, my subconscious)

Recently I have realized that I think I see conversations different than many people.

It rubs me the wrong way when people say things like "it was so nice to see you" when I walk out the door, when I had been in the same room for an hour and they never once talked to me. 

The other day someone asked if the seat next to me was available. When I said it was, they sat, introduced themselves and then promptly turned away from me, and didn't say anything else. When they left they said "it was so nice to meet you."

I wanted to say "I don't think we met."

I am not saying these people are at fault, in fact they were just being polite. But I think that it bothers me so much because words are more of a contract to me than perhaps they are to others. 

Conversations almost feel  like a contract to me.

Here is a general but fictitious conversation. Obviously silly because how can I know what my subconscious is thinking because then it wouldn't be sub....

Fred: Hi. Are you saving this seat?

Me: No feel free. 

Me Head: Now I will have to talk to someone.

Fred: What's your name?

Me: Rebecca. What's yours?

My Head: Hurry! What else can I ask?

Fred: Fred. So what are you doing right now?

Me: Working. How about you?

My Subconscious: You care enough to ask a question, you must also care enough to acknowledge my existence next time we cross paths.

Fred: Oh, I'm going to school.

Me: For what?

. . . [conversation continues, reasonably balanced between us] . . .

Fred: Well, it was nice to meet you.

Me: You too. See you later.

My Head: It actually was fun talking to you.

My Subconscious: This means that we are now "friends" and in situations where we both are we will seek each other out to converse again.

Except that never happens, and so I always feel slightly betrayed when they don't come over to me and actually talk to me. (Not that I go over to them. Yes I am a hypocrite.)

Basically, I think I take conversations too seriously.

Through the Grass

My sister brought to my attention that out of my last five blog posts three of them had pictures of something (plums, tigers, owls) through the bushes (or trees). So here is one more.
When I was little I was always sad when my parents said it was time to mow the grass because I loved laying on the ground and peaking through the long grass pretending I was a tiger, or some explorer about to discover something amazing.
Apparently I still feel that way, I just take pictures instead of laying there on the grass.