The snow is falling outside today.
Inside I've taking steps to plant the things I'd like to see begin to grow this Spring. Nothing particularly exciting, really. Like the first unseen stirrings of seeds and sap beneath the frozen earth, the actions I've taken are mundane though crucial to what I hope will follow.
Yesterday, I installed Adobe Photoshop 7.0 on my iMac--my primary computer now--and began doing graphics work there instead of on my old Mac laptop.
The addition of a title image (header) at the top of this blog is one result. The other is a similar new header on my Sound Krayons Music blog.
[In the past, I've only had an early version of Photoshop installed on my old Mac laptop. It was cumbersome to edit images there then move them over to the new Mac for use on the web and in documents. This upgrade opens up new creative and business possibilities, things I've been hoping to do for a long time. The old Mac is too old to connect easily with the internet.]
Then today, I successfully transferred a song file for the first time from MOTU Performer on my old Mac to Digital Performer (DP) on my iMac.
[Again, I'd done all my MIDI work in the past on the old Mac without the benefit of digital audio available in DP. After some trial and error, I was able to move the files from the old Mac by doing a "Save As" MIDI to a flash drive first, then opening in DP on the iMac and doing a "Save As" a DP file to the desktop did the trick.]
Blah, blah, blah technical stuff...
Like the big bale of seed starting mix I bought yesterday and hauled from the car to barn this morning, now I'll need to move all my old graphics and Performer files from one computer to another before I can use them in this new environment.
This sort of thing--to my mind--is the dry, lifeless part of the creative process.
I get discouraged because this part of the process seems to come so slowly. I thought to myself, yesterday, as I scooped buckets of compressed potting soil from the bale and dumped them into an empty trash can:
Are this year's flower and vegetable seeds planted and growing yet? No.
Are the recycled pots from last year cleaned and ready to set in the sunny spot? No.
Do I have everything I need to get things going? No.
But today I have made one very small dent in a very long process.
One small bucketful at a time. Peat moss fibers flying in the air landing on my skin, smelling fresh earth for the first time since last fall. These are the tangible promises of things to come.
No guarantee that weather or pests or health will cooperate in the months ahead, but on this one day for this short time I've done my part.
Similarly, there is no guarantee that I'll reach my distant creative goals, but on this one day for this short time I've done my part.
With these small, unglamorous efforts--work on my computers solving one small problem at a time, repetitive work to prepare for planting--the things I visualize creating and sharing will have some chance to flourish.
One small bucketful at a time.
(c)2009 Kay Pere ~ Effusive Muse Publishing
