I've been bumping along making crayon and pencil rolls recently. Mixing and matching new and vintage fabrics from the stash, stitching up little pockets for keeping drawing sticks cozy. These are for Tinderbox, who featured one of the rolls in their spot in the local downtown business council's holiday gift guide. It's really exciting to see my little creation on a glossy page, but it makes me feel pressure to make more of the same. I'm trying to switch it up a bit with variations for colored pencils, paintbrushes and knitting needles.
I'm finding more and more that I like thinking of things to make, selecting the materials that will bring it together. I enjoy figuring out how to construct things, how to do so with efficiency. I like knowing I can make something, the feeling of holding something I've finished in my hands. I like giving something that I've made to another. But I'm also finding that I don't really like production work.
I wonder, do any of you find it difficult to hold on to that inspired feeling when you're bumping through the seventh, eighteenth and ninetieth run? What gets you through? Do you even dare venture into the making more of the almost-the-same?