Last night Jason had a friend coming over after dinner, so I stayed up for a bit and painted about half of this, the rest today. Don’t freak out when I paint over this. I can always go back and paint something LIKE this again. So, fun as it is, it will be more like clouds. Think mezclar, or to mix. Who knows what will happen? That’s where and why we’re going THERE.
Got some gumption at eight am and got right up. Go figure. But I did.
Wrote 973 words of the novel around 12:30 after a long morning’s rest. Started painting today around 2 pm.
Whooped now. Time to rest. It’s been a good day, though. Lots of alters, unusually old/young ones. Just letting them up to write and paint. And rest. They like the new position of the bed, so that we can look out the window, the shapes and shadows on the blinds. It will be different in the Summer, with the shapes and lights and shadows from the leaves on the trees. Looking forward, but enjoying the bare branches of the trees.