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64/365: DanvilleType?

I love typography.

There, I said it. And now that it’s out there, I can tell you about the hours upon hours I spent as a kid and teenager writing.

Some of it was writing, as in writing something. A lot of it, though, was just writing anything. It didn’t really matter what the words said that much (although they mostly tended to be either song lyrics or some boy’s name over and over). It was more drawing than writing, I suppose … lettering, I guess you could say. I just wanted to draw the letters and words in all kinds of different ways. Still do.

I stumbled upon the ChicagoType website a number of years ago. It’s a bunch of pictures of signs in Chicago, a bunch of them old and/or hand-done, some in neon. Since then, I can’t get the idea of doing the same for Danville out of my mind.

Every time I pass an old building with fading paint on its old brick, I think, “One day, I should take a picture of that.” When I saw the pictures my dad and brother recently took when they explored a very old building and site, I thought, “Ooh! I need to go take a picture of that sign!”

So I finally did it. I stopped at a sign that I pass every day, one that I always see and think about photographing, and did more than think about it.

I haven’t bought the domain yet or anything, but it’s a start. :-)

The first post is the hardest.

I keep telling myself just to write something, anything.

Even if it’s bad (as it surely will be … after all, it’s the First Post), just do something. Be gone, monkey brain! Don’t fiddle with my insecurities. Sure, they’re deeply rooted, but — hey! — I’ve kept them pretty well trimmed back for the last while.

But, see, I’m sort of a perfectionist. I don’t know if that’s what causes my procrastination tendencies or vice versa, but I do know that they work well together, twining their fat evil stems in and around my every thought and action. (See how I did that?)

So, anyway, my awesome husband Kevin is usually my impetus for breaking out of bad habits. Since he’s not yet really into having a blog, though, he’s not going to “encourage” me to get it done. It’s up to me.

Maybe right now you’re thinking, imaginary reader, that the world would’ve been better off if I’d remained strangled in my weirdly weedy world.

And that’s okay. I don’t blame you. I completely understand. :)

Just to prove it, here’s a present:

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