It’s amazing how disconnected I start to feel when I stop posting. I’ve been working rock steady on my best friend’s wedding invitations, trying to get them ready to mail out by Monday. I was trying to make things easier and cheaper for her by hand designing them and doing all the work myself. In this case, I definitely ended up biting off more than I could chew. I came up with (what I thought at the time) was a brilliant idea. And all it would take was cardstock and a couple of packages of black card/envelopes that I had worked with before. Yeah. Well. I ended up having to use a LOT more supplies than I had originally purchased (luckily I already had quite a bit that I didn’t have to buy, but now I’m out of a lot of my own stuff) and let’s just say I’m never going to take on this particular project again. Don’t get me wrong, I think the invitations turned out absolutely beautiful and for her I would do almost anything. But if I were to do them for strangers and charge for them, not only does the cost not really equal out, the actual amount of time it is taking me is insane. I started designing them around the 4th of July and between the graphic designing and cutting the cardstock and printing each layer and then attaching each layer by hand, it literally ended up probably taking more than 60 hours. And I still have to finish the covers and address & stamp the envelopes. There’s 100 invitations and each invite has 4 layers and then a cover design.
Anyway… I totally got off track. The whole point of my post was to say that I haven’t had time to breathe the last 2 weeks, much less attempt to write anything. And it’s made me realize that outside of my tiny little part of the blogosphere, I have no interaction with human beings. So when I don’t have anything on my blog for people to respond to, I feel very lonely. How sad is that? Lol.
So here I sit. 90 invitations put together with 10 to go. Then it’s on to the covers. Then finally I can seal and address them all. Then I can get back to writing. For a bit, anyway. I’ve started to realize quite a few things about me and writing that have caused serious doubts as to whether I’ll continue to do it or not. There are a LOT of things I’ve been questioning as of late. Writing is just the tip of the iceberg.