The heat and humidity is awful here in the city, and while I appreciate the longer days, and the fun warmth would normally bring, you know, if we were in the plague times, it's just too, too much for my blood.
I was made for colder climes.
I'm too insulated against the cold to be any good in the heat.
I'm a sook.
Anyway, sufficed to say that I'm really, really looking forward to a cooler day. Hyped, even.
The heat makes it incredibly difficult for me to concentrate, so I haven't really been getting much writing done - a smattering here and there. I have been keeping up with my editing, though, since I have someone waiting on me to finish it. And I have been doing my French lessons.
And I've been painting.
I'm almost done the piece I started last year and wanted done before the end of the year. The same piece that I put in the corner of a room facing the wall because my first attempt at clouds looked entirely terrible. I like the sky much better now. i don't think it's great, mind, but I like it better now. I like the mountain much more, and the foreground cliffs look pretty decent too. I have just the subject of the painting left to complete, then I add in the details and the painting will be done. I had given myself until the end of the month to complete it. I might be finished a couple of days early.
Then I shall move back over to my oil painting lessons and finish my first oil painting ever next month. I hope.
I wrote before about how happy I am to return to painting, and I want to reiterate it here. I really am so glad that I returned to painting in general and that piece in particular. Ir's not a spectacular piece, but it's good enough for my skill level that I'm not ashamed of it.
I'll post pictures when I've finished it. Promise.
Right, I have writing and editing and painting and French lessons to be getting on with. Probably some Beat Sabre too so I can pretend I've exercised.