I sometimes feel like a kid on a family car trip when I am carving something that does not coming easily.
Are we there yet? Are we there yet?
I am hungry, Tommy is touching me
All kinds of random thoughts besides the caving at hand. My carving time is mostly the Zen state. I go into the carving shed, I carve. Time has either stood still or flown by depending on how you look at it .By the time I come out of the carving shed I have the beginning of something and I am spent.
The car ride carving times are plain annoying. It generally means one of a few things;
I shouldn’t be carving today but going fishing instead
The piece does not want to be a an eagle or a bear or whatever I had planned
Lastly I don’t really have a plan and the cuts are forced.
What does all this mean in the life of a carve?
Good days with bad but just keep going
We’re not there yet.