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[dragonlady7]

Sleepy, and getting sleepier drinking Scotch. Spent the whole day gardening, and then the whole evening hanging out with Z. Planted some peas-- I say fuggit, it's spring. Will plant radishes and beets later this week. The raspberries did not arrive today. They have a "rescheduled delivery date" of tomorrow. Because they sat in Secaucus all day. These tracking websites: not all that helpful, really.
Neither Z nor I will be home tomorrow, so they'd better not require a signature. I shall be exceedingly irritated if I have to drive down to wherever the hell the UPS thing is to get them because they decided to ship them from Secaucus to Syracuse to Secaucus instead of delivering them to me.

But I digress.

Z got a bunch of music from one of the music review staff today, so I scored the Beastie Boys' greatest hits album. I don't know if this dates me or marks me as lame or what, but the Beastie Boys were the soundtrack to much of my college years. I never owned an album, but they were always playing at parties. Am I wicked old? I think I am, and also, I only realized today that I know most of "Intergalactic" due to George Flevares singing along. "I'll stir-fry you in my WOK!" There was also an amusing riff he'd do on "Brass Monkey" which I cannot remember, but the song makes me giggle nonetheless.
Ah. Love.

Have been reading the PDF books on drawing that sirielle put up for download. SUCH awesomeness: thank you. I had been having a hankering for drawing lately. I used to be quite good at it-- in college, the professor of one of the art electives I took to fill a gap in my schedule asked me why I wasn't studying illustration. My answer, sadly enough, was "because they don't teach it here"-- the counterquestion being, "why are you here, then?" and the answer? "Because I didn't know where else to be." I wasn't ready to make decisions about what college I wanted to attend until well after I'd already graduated. Life moves at a pace entirely different from my brain.

Anyhow. I've been doodling for a little while, this evening, and am rather pleased with the results. Not that I've done anything, but I'll spare you all, as I don't have a scanner anyway.

I realized this morning that I hadn't written so much as a word on my novel in three days. I decided not to try, today: I waste too much time Trying To Write when I'm not feeling it. So I put that away and gardened instead, and am somewhat dismayed now by how much time that took up. But Z and I went for a walk, as well, which was nice. It's not a wasted day if I don't write: it's not. I am allowed to have a day off. I really need to start living by some sort of schedule. I waste too much time trying to work when I'm burned out, otherwise.

When Z and I take walks we talk, and he tells me about work. He is really doing amazing things at work, and I think he's destined for great things where he is. I am glad he took the job. I am glad they value him. I am glad he likes his coworkers. He's maturing, career-wise, and is likely to someday be heading a department. He's already doing really innovative work.

I sort of wish I had a career.

But I've just opened up the Word document of the latest bit of the draft of the novel, and I've gotten over the thing I've been stuck on for the better part of the last week, so maybe, maybe I'm getting somewhere. It's almost like having a career, right? Except that it's going to be months and months and months before I can even think about submitting anything to editors, and it will likely take me years to get published, and... Well, we're not thinking about it, at the moment.

The crocuses are beautiful.

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[sirielle.livejournal.com]

Good that you enjoy Loomis' books :) There are basis inside I have no idea about, now world might be easier for me if I learn them. If only I stop cheating like drawing a face and then drawing the helping lines and circles over it ;) I'm joking but I did it once and it worked better than catching all in the right order. That means a lot of exercises in front of me...
I wanted to go to an art college in the past, but never tried, so finished an universal one and studied something different. Now I scold me for that, but it's 15 years too late ;) All has happened already, but we can always learn our way what we need :) I hope ;)

[forodwaith.livejournal.com]

Except that it's going to be months and months and months before I can even think about submitting anything to editors, and it will likely take me years to get published, and... Well, we're not thinking about it, at the moment.

Heh. You & me both.