I’ve had an increasingly strong urge to actually make something real, recently. So have started a woodwork course.
It was actually meant to happen a full year ago; the course was a present from Jen for my 30th. But procrastinator that I am, it’s taken until now (and until I have Ben, my old Edinburgh flatmate, to do it with) for me to get round to it.
I have made lots of things before, and been taught a lot of useful things by my uncle (who can make amazing things). But now that I have access to all the tools and all the expertise and all the time in the world… I can’t quite decide what to make.
It’s quite a seriously difficult decision, because it’s real. That’s the whole thing. If something goes wrong, or I change my mind, I can’t just press ⌘-Z.
But it’s very exciting. I think I’ll make a box.