content is king

Laundry day. I’ve got towels and sheets and clothes of various temperature requirements lined up in little heaps. The laundry room is right next to the furnace workshop, through a pair of slatted saloon doors, so it’s the chore of choice when I can’t tear myself away from whatever I’m working on. Something is getting done. Not much else, but something.

And also art.

Like, shouldn’t that be more important?

I’ve been living in terror of this one. I said it on Tuesday but it bears repeating — this would be easier on a watercolor block. I was supposed to be messing around but I got invested.

The sketchbook has not been as good for “helping me loosen up” as I had hoped.

I’m not quoting anyone specific but I’m sure someone has said it.

The snow is drifting down again outside, but it’s bright out, the cloud cover is absolute, but thin, so that the sun is visible like a pale yellow lamp in a white haze. It felt warmer today as soon as I woke up. Isn’t it funny how you can feel the colder days, even though the thermostat is just the same?

I’m in sweats and slouchy, knobbly socks again. I’m going to have to shovel at some point but let’s not worry about that right now.

It hasn’t even stopped snowing yet.

It’s only been a month, but I wonder. Will anyone ever see this blog if I don’t promote it? It’s been suggested to me that they won’t. But is it really that dumb to make a blog that I think is cool, and just see what happens?

Like where do I want to put my energy? How do I want to spend my time?

Starting to lay in the detail. This part always makes or breaks it.