Week 5: Building a floor under your feet

That's the way to wake up. Finally finishing Linden McIntyre's book Why Men Lie, a novel written in the person of a female narrator who is not telling the 'truth' all the time, then to wrap up a column for the Gazette, then to bottle 10 gallons of beer before getting back to the house and working on those floors. Such a satisfying feeling to get so close to an end-product. Always the suspicion that maybe I did something wrong in there and it will persist as the image of my amateur skill-level but I don't think so. This I can manage. Everything is square and simpole. Still it's great to learn to be better, to feel my strength and flexibility improving as I crawl around and heave bits of wood into place... Artists must feel like this as they struggle to make sense of their media. If I could be a painter I would be sloshing it on the canvass. The best I can do is get these 2 by 6 floors...