Today was better. Today was world’s better. I even knew exactly what delightful photo to pick because while I was cleaning up the area around my drafting table, this tiny little spider came crawling out of my sketchbooks to perch on a piece of cellophane stained glass art that my buddy Renee had made for me for Christmas (featuring Joker from Black Butler because my weaknesses are perpetually on display directly on my sleeve and it was an easy target). There’s something about this itty bitty spider perched on a little skull adorned white rose watching me clean that just made my evening.
But clean I did, too! I finally transcribed all of the main scenes of my would-be book onto index cards and posted them up on my cork board to try to motivate me to keep writing. I know that once I go back to work on Monday I’m not going to have nearly as much time for all of this stuff, so I’m trying desperately to set myself up for a successful launch back into my usual busy schedule with the hopes that I can still touch base on all of the little things I want to do.
Bits and pieces, bits and pieces. I keep telling myself not to go too overboard once my time is restricted, but it’s going to be hard. I want to make art. That’s all I want to do. It makes me crazy when my typical daily schedule doesn’t leave me more than three or four hours for it and any other fun activities. It’s not much time!
But I’m hopeful that with things like this website and my index card story map that I can just settle into a routine of sitting down for an hour at a time and working through my creative processes. Really, it’s only three things that matter on the daily: I need to write. I would like to draw. I should definitely be reading. I can multitask some of those: audiobooks while walking or drawing. I can doodle at work if it’s slow (knock on every wood-like surface, I swear). Writing is something I need discipline for, but I’ve made such a show of how important it is to me this year that I’d be more than a little embarrassed if I let it slip. I think I can do it. I think I’ve set myself up for as much of a success as I can hope to get.
In bits and pieces we build.
I also added a few more widgets and bits to the sidebar. I’ve put my Goodreads progress on the books I’m reading on display to bully myself into finishing books. I also have lofty goals of doing a little doodle or a sketch on the daily, even if I can’t properly put effort into making a complex art piece every day. It might be a stick figure sometimes, or just something stupid. Like today, where it’s Paul making the most trash-human expression I could think of. Dumb! Fast. But we think of it like working a muscle. We draw the dumb things.
Tomorrow is my last day before work. I think I’ll be as ready as I can be.