I arrived home feeling like I did something with myself yesterday, and that's not nothing.
During the day, yesterday, I started work on a commission I received during CanCon. It involves drawing a tower. Great. A tower. Of stone. Which means drawing in all the stonework. I've done it before. It took for-freaking-ever then, it'll take forever now. On the bright side, it is getting me drawing again, and I'm not mad about that. I need more arting (is absolutely a word. Now) in my life.
There are no more queries or submissions to do this week, so all that I have to do is art, writing (I should really get back on that), and French lessons. By the by, the whole Duolingo thing is working out pretty well. This isn't to say that I can speak French with any competence at the moment, but I am quicker to understand certain things, and I've been accidentally eavesdropping on French conversations happening around me. This morning, someone said, for example, that they don't like that.
What was it they didn't like? That. Obviously.
I don't know the context, they were walking and talking, and I wasn't so keen on practicing my listening skills that I followed them. You're welcome, random strangers.
When I've gone through the entire Duolingo class, I will graduate to watching films in French and listening to french radio to practice my listening and comprehension. Hopefully I will also graduate to practicing speaking long before then, even if it's in small, childish sentences.
For the record, I find learning another language to be fun, and the right kind of challenge for me. Perhaps I'll just continue learning languages... perhaps I'll become a polyglot late in life.
Anyway, I have a commission to get to, so I'll leave off here. Hope you're all well.