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I had to give a planned visit to Holly's class a miss tonight so I could stay home and paint Hardy Boys, because I took time this afternoon to write up the funeral rite -- bad Laurie, no biscuit! True color flats have now been laid on 4 of the final 6 pages of this issue (the 6-page preview of the next graphic novel), leaving me 2 pages to do from scratch. I completed and uploaded corrections on the pages where Daniel sent me revised art, but am still missing corrections on a whole bunch of pages -- plus a script for the preview -- and have not heard a peep from Jim all day regarding either of those matters.
I am starting to get a serious case of nerves about Saturday, in fits and starts. The ritual as written runs at about 12 minutes, not counting the eulogy and the offering of prayers portion, where I honestly can't say what people will do. Will the whole thing fall flat? Jitters all around.
At least Holly has kindly agreed to lend me the grey robe I requested of her. With my black dress Oxfords, I think I'll look quite sedate and priestessly. ^_^
Made an appointment at a local hair salon to get my hair cut tomorrow morning. Then I'll meet Robin at Radiance, buy a few little supplies, and head up to Wilton's Cafe to meet the family of the deceased. I think it's fair to pay Robin out of the honorarium I'll be receiving and have settled on the amount of $50, which will hopefully recompense her for her time and the lighting/extinguishing of several candles during the ceremony.
Dammit... I've run enough rituals that this shouldn't be making me so nervous. I've read the ritual through, and it flows well. I just hope I can pull off the poise and rock-solid presence that a member of any clergy should exhibit on such an occasion.
On the other hand, what this event is reminding me of is that this kind of activity is truly my vocation. I feel energized, profoundly satisfied, and fully in tune with my environment in the act of being a minister. I feel like I could do this every day for the rest of my life.
I am starting to get a serious case of nerves about Saturday, in fits and starts. The ritual as written runs at about 12 minutes, not counting the eulogy and the offering of prayers portion, where I honestly can't say what people will do. Will the whole thing fall flat? Jitters all around.
At least Holly has kindly agreed to lend me the grey robe I requested of her. With my black dress Oxfords, I think I'll look quite sedate and priestessly. ^_^
Made an appointment at a local hair salon to get my hair cut tomorrow morning. Then I'll meet Robin at Radiance, buy a few little supplies, and head up to Wilton's Cafe to meet the family of the deceased. I think it's fair to pay Robin out of the honorarium I'll be receiving and have settled on the amount of $50, which will hopefully recompense her for her time and the lighting/extinguishing of several candles during the ceremony.
Dammit... I've run enough rituals that this shouldn't be making me so nervous. I've read the ritual through, and it flows well. I just hope I can pull off the poise and rock-solid presence that a member of any clergy should exhibit on such an occasion.
On the other hand, what this event is reminding me of is that this kind of activity is truly my vocation. I feel energized, profoundly satisfied, and fully in tune with my environment in the act of being a minister. I feel like I could do this every day for the rest of my life.
