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I Made it to Saturday!
Nov. 8th, 2008 03:35 amThis week was pretty tough. It started badly on Sunday, and was a full-flown crisis by Thursday. Today is better, though, with some sleep. I am not grateful, exactly, for the headache I have now, but it means another day to draw, right?
Mad props to Heidi Mac (Hi-Mac? Ha!) for linking to my commissions post at The Beat. Most helpful. I will have lots of happy buyers and a much-expanded portfolio, too.
Today will be, after I am fully up and had breakfast, building a schedule. It's for me, to give my day structure and help me remember things, and it's for the family, who forget and "forget" that I have to work to finish work. Another goal is to cut Internet time. Being on the Internet is not unlike having a library to wander through: I can be lost in it for hours. Great if I was getting paid to be lost, but I'm not. (What if you did get paid to be lost? And you had to get un-lost to get your paycheck?)
Mine and Summer's thought for the week: Obviously, if you're looking up to look at birds, you do it with your mouth closed. But what about stars? What would it taste like? Rain? Pop rocks?
(And you literalist lot can excuse yourselves before you joke about catching a flaming ball of gas in your teeth and go hang out with someone lighting farts.)
Off to medicate the headache and get my day started.
Mad props to Heidi Mac (Hi-Mac? Ha!) for linking to my commissions post at The Beat. Most helpful. I will have lots of happy buyers and a much-expanded portfolio, too.
Today will be, after I am fully up and had breakfast, building a schedule. It's for me, to give my day structure and help me remember things, and it's for the family, who forget and "forget" that I have to work to finish work. Another goal is to cut Internet time. Being on the Internet is not unlike having a library to wander through: I can be lost in it for hours. Great if I was getting paid to be lost, but I'm not. (What if you did get paid to be lost? And you had to get un-lost to get your paycheck?)
Mine and Summer's thought for the week: Obviously, if you're looking up to look at birds, you do it with your mouth closed. But what about stars? What would it taste like? Rain? Pop rocks?
(And you literalist lot can excuse yourselves before you joke about catching a flaming ball of gas in your teeth and go hang out with someone lighting farts.)
Off to medicate the headache and get my day started.
