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Little Bits of Paper: A Happy Ending
Much of my life is carried around on a hovering crowd of little bits of paper. Phone numbers, addresses, doodles, notes, lists, etc all get written down on whatever scrap paper is at hand and then stashed in a pocket, bag, or sketchbook until their information can get transferred to a more permanent home or discarded.
One such piece of scrap paper was a discarded prop design from the show I was working on more than a year ago. I'd doodled some Discworld thumbnails on it and liked how a few of them turned out, so when that project ended (to the joy of all) I took the piece of paper home with the intent of scanning. This rejected prop design has followed me ever since, moving from my old place to the new, never finding a place to live, always intended to be scanned but never on hand when an opportunity arose, saved from the recycling bin at the last minute... Finally, last night, trying to clear a large enough hole on my desk for my sister to work in, I ripped off the drawings I wanted to scan, and threw the rest of the page in the bin. I scanned them this morning. Hardly worth more than a year of procrastination and clutter, but here they are:
Sgt. Simony and Didactylos, from Small Gods, and Coin from Sourcery in red.
One such piece of scrap paper was a discarded prop design from the show I was working on more than a year ago. I'd doodled some Discworld thumbnails on it and liked how a few of them turned out, so when that project ended (to the joy of all) I took the piece of paper home with the intent of scanning. This rejected prop design has followed me ever since, moving from my old place to the new, never finding a place to live, always intended to be scanned but never on hand when an opportunity arose, saved from the recycling bin at the last minute... Finally, last night, trying to clear a large enough hole on my desk for my sister to work in, I ripped off the drawings I wanted to scan, and threw the rest of the page in the bin. I scanned them this morning. Hardly worth more than a year of procrastination and clutter, but here they are:
Sgt. Simony and Didactylos, from Small Gods, and Coin from Sourcery in red.
In the grips of the disease
Your story reminds me how, as a hopeless packrat, often the only way I can be induced to get rid of anything, particularly questionable scribbles, is to pack them around with me for long enough until I can't remember what I needed them for or what in the world I liked about them in the first place...(same goes for business cards, coupons, etc) Unfortunately, it usually takes years...