Wait, why was I here? Him! Her! I couldn't just remain here, I had to save him!
The strongest image of this dream was that the zipper down the back of my dress was undone, and the side panels rested in large open ripples against my shoulder blades. I cannot recall the color or the texture of the fabric ... maybe the only thing that had a feeling was my pale, pale skin. The shower was running, and I was soaked through my skin, so wet that I hardly realized it ... "wet" had become "dry" because I had nothing to compare it to.
I had to save him! I arose and left the shower, running towards the mirrors. I realized that I was trailing a river from my open zipper, and I returned to the shower to wring the water out. I did not realize that I had to turn off the shower in order to accomplish this.
Why is it that I am so incapable of completing wheel throwing assignments?
I think I am too ready to point to my various weaknesses, and I use them as an excuse to escape from something that embarrasses me. I am always reminding myself not to let the clay control me as I try to shape it ... but my fear has not been held to that.
This situation simply will not do, for time is running out. Hence, today has marked the inauguration of the Throwathon. With tonight's practice, I can achieve a cylinder of seven or eight inches with a fair amount of ease (I have decided that I must currently forget about finesse and just work on doing). I plan on adding an inch to my ability each day, so that I can reach ten inches by Saturday night. Once that landmark has been passed, I can permit myself to begin the other projects.
Class finally gave me an excuse to start on that project of mine. The site is at a bare minimum right now, as I didn't want to take up too much space on the school server (which is where the class version is located). Now that it's on my own space, however, as time permits the content will be expanded! I'm almost inspired to revamp and revise Tropical Nights, haha.