A bit of a whinge
I have been sketching every day for the last week chucking out design after design. Sketching does not come naturally to me as I suck at compostion. The dishes have not been washed, everything needs hoovering and yesterdays swimming towels are still in their bag. The dog is singing a sad little lurcher song of grief at not being taken for a walk on this beautiful day. And I still haven't got my wits together to settle on something to actually bloody well paint!
GAH!!!
I need several things before I can actually get my butt in gear. Not the least of these is the opinion of my art beta Wildmagelet but I can't get anything to her because I don't know how my scanner works and my husband is too busy watching all the bollocks about the Canadian Grand Prix to hoik himself off the sofa and work the bloody contraption for me.
There are several things I can do at this point. Harming my husband is not one of them.
I can take the dog for a walk knowing that the river and the woods will work their magic on me, give me some perspective and may even give me a few good fic ideas and just general wonderstuff.
I can learn to operate the scanner myself. This pretty much fills me with the same feeling of reluctance that ooohh... cleaning the oven inspires.
I can drop it for the day and get my house back under some semblance of control.
Or I can go back to the sketching and give myself a bloody good headache. But I might actually crack it this time. However, the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again but expect different results each time.
I am annoying myself now.
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In other news: I read For the Potions Master's Amusement. It helps to be a chronic insomniac when it comes to fics that are over seventy chapters long. It was not as shocking as some that I have read but I could see how many would be thrown by it. I prefer slightly more plot with my p*rn but it was vastly entertaining if rather esoteric in places... Oh, and I skipped the bits about rimming.
GAH!!!
I need several things before I can actually get my butt in gear. Not the least of these is the opinion of my art beta Wildmagelet but I can't get anything to her because I don't know how my scanner works and my husband is too busy watching all the bollocks about the Canadian Grand Prix to hoik himself off the sofa and work the bloody contraption for me.
There are several things I can do at this point. Harming my husband is not one of them.
I can take the dog for a walk knowing that the river and the woods will work their magic on me, give me some perspective and may even give me a few good fic ideas and just general wonderstuff.
I can learn to operate the scanner myself. This pretty much fills me with the same feeling of reluctance that ooohh... cleaning the oven inspires.
I can drop it for the day and get my house back under some semblance of control.
Or I can go back to the sketching and give myself a bloody good headache. But I might actually crack it this time. However, the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again but expect different results each time.
I am annoying myself now.
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In other news: I read For the Potions Master's Amusement. It helps to be a chronic insomniac when it comes to fics that are over seventy chapters long. It was not as shocking as some that I have read but I could see how many would be thrown by it. I prefer slightly more plot with my p*rn but it was vastly entertaining if rather esoteric in places... Oh, and I skipped the bits about rimming.