Hoo boy….I am beat down to a nub. I have been arts and crafting my ass off in preparation for the upcoming local county fair.
While the term “county fair” may imply something small and hick-ish, my local fair is anything but. It’s a huge event
Back in February, I visited with my godkids in Las Cruces, and they were all fired up about their own county fair coming up in September.
My niños are all about 4H and have decided to raise pigs this year to show at the fair. Their excitement was contagious, so I came back to Northern California fired up and ready to participate in my own fair.
In fact, I was so excited that when the guidebook arrived, I decided to sign up for four events. Four. Which means I’m either stupid or sadistic. I, uh, have a full time job.
Since the fair kicks off June 11, my four entries are due, oh, NOW.
The events I’m doing are: short story, photography, visual art, and baking.
Yes. I said baking.
The short story had to be turned in over a month ago so the judges had plenty of time to read and evaluate the stories. Last week I got the smoking hot news that my story won my genre category, which was Western.
Whoo hoo! The fair hasn’t even started and I’m liking this already!
The story will be published in an anthology of stories put out by the Fair and sold to benefit charity.
Pretty damn excited, I can tell you that!
The photography entry has gone fairly well, too. I knew which photo I wanted to use and it was a matter of getting a good print made (harder than it sounds) and then cutting the mat and framing the piece. I got that done mid-last week. Boom!
The visual art piece is a Dia de los Muertos inspired craft. Oh, how this work has vexed me. I had a *very* ambitious idea and have spent the last couple months constructing tons and tons of tiny details and figures and touches. The work, just finished this morning, doesn’t include all of the aspects I’d hoped to accomplish, but I have to say, I’m very proud. This project really pushed the bounds of my abilities as both crafter and storyteller.
Yesterday evening I slumped back in my chair, catatonic. I had nothing left. I had glue and paint all over my hands, sweat on my brow and an ache in my lower back that defies superlatives.
But yet I was still compelled to keep going and finish this piece on deadline, for no other reason than the pure satisfaction of having completed something so very boundary testing.
I did it. I DID it. I’ll be damned…I actually did it. Whoa.
Today I’ll turn in the framed photo and the art work and then I’ll do a little “I made it by the deadline” dance.
Then I’ll collapse.
But wait, there’s more! The deadline for the fourth event comes up next week. I entered the “ethnic desserts” category and I’ll be whipping up a batch of Biscochitos.
New Mexico! Representin’!
And then I will eat my fill of anise seed treats, slip into a sugar coma, and sleep for a very long time…or at least until The Muse taps me on the psyche again.