Yesterday's cool realization
I have the icky cold that's whacking Mad Town this week. Yesterday I was mourning the work I hadn't done:
1. The rest of the notes for my speed rewrite of the first book in the trilogy.
2. 2k words for the second book.
3. A sunset in a commissioned painting.
4. 4 sketches "on the block"--meaning directly on the final watercolor block--for my new illustrated story.
5. One clay head study for one of the characters in the story.
6. A list of new agents to query.
Looking at the list I realized with a start of joy that I'm an artist.
It just hits you sometimes, even if this has been more or less your everyday life for years...
1. The rest of the notes for my speed rewrite of the first book in the trilogy.
2. 2k words for the second book.
3. A sunset in a commissioned painting.
4. 4 sketches "on the block"--meaning directly on the final watercolor block--for my new illustrated story.
5. One clay head study for one of the characters in the story.
6. A list of new agents to query.
Looking at the list I realized with a start of joy that I'm an artist.
It just hits you sometimes, even if this has been more or less your everyday life for years...