Good morning, Readers!
I got done everything I needed to yesterday. I edited that chapter for a friend, did my daily French stuff on Duolingo, prepared my canvas, and sketched the basic composition of the painting I want to do. The painting is extremely ambitious. I don't think I'll be able to pull it off in a month, but I'm going to try.
First, though, I'm going to complete the drawing, so that it looks decent enough to share, instead of just a pile of scribbles.
That will be after I do my other chores; the editing, French lesson, exercise. That should leave me the rest of the day to draw.
I'm finding the drawing difficult. It's a motivation thing, rather than a technical thing. I can draw. I'm just struggling to find the motivation to. I'm not sure why. The weather of late is perfect for me to draw in. I usually draw when it's cool and rainy, because that's where my brain goes in weather like that. Well, to images of all kinds. It still moments like that in which I also get my story ideas. It's good weather for dreaming, is what I'm saying. Usually.
Of course, the lack of motivation can be put down to a number of physical reasons. I've been quite exhausted these past few days... for no real reason, though I do think that stress is a huge factor. As a teen, I slept more than most because depression, aggravated by stress, sent me to bed. I'm sure something similar is happening. There's a lot to be stressed about, and the news cycle isn't helping.
Many of you may have noticed that I've not been as active on social media as I might have been in the past. This is a deliberate decision on my part. I needed to withdraw from the world a little in order to cope with, well... all this. I've never been very good at social media, to be honest.
I'm not witty or pithy enough to be effective on Twitter. Facebook is, well, a seaming pile of garbage headed by a horrid human, but I feel that I will miss out more than I already do on important matters if I was not on it. So, I stick to my various pages and don't engage there on a personal level at all; except for in my group, where I can keep up with folks who care to keep up with me.
Of all the social pages I've signed up for, Discord is by far the one I like the most. Not only can I curate who is part of my server, and therefore controlling the tone and civility of the place, but it feels like my own little online cave, where I can accept visitors that pop by; my digital neighbours - folks I know and trust. My personal servers is one of the few places in the digital realm where I don't feel continually pummelled and stressed out.
My ineptitude with social media is a large part of why, I think, I'm not selling many books. If you whisper in a vast crowd clamouring for attention, you're going to be overlooked.
If I were a frog competing for a mate, I'd never, ever find one.
Well, this blog post went in an unexpected direction. I'm off to get some work done.
Ciao!
First, though, I'm going to complete the drawing, so that it looks decent enough to share, instead of just a pile of scribbles.
That will be after I do my other chores; the editing, French lesson, exercise. That should leave me the rest of the day to draw.
I'm finding the drawing difficult. It's a motivation thing, rather than a technical thing. I can draw. I'm just struggling to find the motivation to. I'm not sure why. The weather of late is perfect for me to draw in. I usually draw when it's cool and rainy, because that's where my brain goes in weather like that. Well, to images of all kinds. It still moments like that in which I also get my story ideas. It's good weather for dreaming, is what I'm saying. Usually.
Of course, the lack of motivation can be put down to a number of physical reasons. I've been quite exhausted these past few days... for no real reason, though I do think that stress is a huge factor. As a teen, I slept more than most because depression, aggravated by stress, sent me to bed. I'm sure something similar is happening. There's a lot to be stressed about, and the news cycle isn't helping.
Many of you may have noticed that I've not been as active on social media as I might have been in the past. This is a deliberate decision on my part. I needed to withdraw from the world a little in order to cope with, well... all this. I've never been very good at social media, to be honest.
I'm not witty or pithy enough to be effective on Twitter. Facebook is, well, a seaming pile of garbage headed by a horrid human, but I feel that I will miss out more than I already do on important matters if I was not on it. So, I stick to my various pages and don't engage there on a personal level at all; except for in my group, where I can keep up with folks who care to keep up with me.
Of all the social pages I've signed up for, Discord is by far the one I like the most. Not only can I curate who is part of my server, and therefore controlling the tone and civility of the place, but it feels like my own little online cave, where I can accept visitors that pop by; my digital neighbours - folks I know and trust. My personal servers is one of the few places in the digital realm where I don't feel continually pummelled and stressed out.
My ineptitude with social media is a large part of why, I think, I'm not selling many books. If you whisper in a vast crowd clamouring for attention, you're going to be overlooked.
If I were a frog competing for a mate, I'd never, ever find one.
Well, this blog post went in an unexpected direction. I'm off to get some work done.
Ciao!
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