I spent today at home. Theoretically I was writing Megillah, but in fact I was also spending bloody loads of time getting sodding viruses out of my computer. I have no idea how they got there, I haven't downloaded anything for simply ages. Gr. Anyway, writing Megillah was nice, especially after I realised that my quill was irredeemable, and started afresh with a new feather. Then my quill was much better.
I seem to have developed a new handwriting. It's got features I like; concave ends to the horizontal strokes, particularly - but somehow looks awfully juvenile. Maybe not juvenile, maybe even girly - the sofrut equivalent of dotting your "i"s with hearts. It's sort of spindly. Pretty enough, but just that - pretty - not sufficiently solid for my taste. So I'll finish up this megillah in this style and make sure not to use it again, I suppose.
Writing the story is fun. One goes slowly enough to think about what's happening as one writes. Today I was writing the bits where the king says to Haman hey, dude, if you were going to give someone a really great time, what would you do? and Haman thinks ahah, no-one deserves a great time more than me, and describes what he'd like - and then the king says ok, great, can you just pop out and do that for Mordechai? and Haman is pissed off because actually he'd just come to ask the king's permission to be massively unpleasant to Mordechai, and clearly that isn't going to happen now.
I seem to have developed a new handwriting. It's got features I like; concave ends to the horizontal strokes, particularly - but somehow looks awfully juvenile. Maybe not juvenile, maybe even girly - the sofrut equivalent of dotting your "i"s with hearts. It's sort of spindly. Pretty enough, but just that - pretty - not sufficiently solid for my taste. So I'll finish up this megillah in this style and make sure not to use it again, I suppose.
Writing the story is fun. One goes slowly enough to think about what's happening as one writes. Today I was writing the bits where the king says to Haman hey, dude, if you were going to give someone a really great time, what would you do? and Haman thinks ahah, no-one deserves a great time more than me, and describes what he'd like - and then the king says ok, great, can you just pop out and do that for Mordechai? and Haman is pissed off because actually he'd just come to ask the king's permission to be massively unpleasant to Mordechai, and clearly that isn't going to happen now.
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