Yesterday I got in a few hours of work between an unexpected yoga lunch and meeting Caroline for dinner and Kevin’s play. Erik and I headed out to Alameda early to beat traffic, then parked ourselves at Borders, where I had white tea and wrote 9 “morning” pages, plotting out a cyclical work schedule for the next three weeks (the cycle: focus first on writing/drawing education and practice, then split that with graphic novel work, then focus on crafts). I also read through my new books on drawing trees and perspective drawing.
Kevin’s play was good; I liked the allusions to art-making in the Orpheus story enough that I’m going to look up the Metamorphoses.
Today I meant to do a full work day but woke up late, went to estate sale (picked up lots of thread and fabrics — MUST stop buying thread, or any clothes for sewing projects), then came home and did some singing practice and decoupage prep, reorganized the guest-room closet (basically craft-supply central for me these days) and my writing desk, and was so tired I didn’t want to do anything else.
Yesterday I felt so excited about my work; today I’m drained and can’t muster up much enthusiasm for anything. I guess I need a good rest and some peace. Tomorrow I’m going to an open house at Precious Life — want to get lots of exercise and try out some new classes — so I hope that will invigorate, not tire me out.
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