So, ideally I would have posted at least a paragraph on the first day of 2013, a year which used to sound positively futuristic. Suddenly it's all speculative nonfiction, 365 chapters. 362 now. What did I do w/ the first three installments? Worked on a painting/colored pencil drawing in the style of my illustrations for Our Colonial Year. Rather quiltish, doncha know.
|One of my favorite books ever.|
• And I've been writing the scene in which the dead body is discovered, in an adult novel I've been thinking about, more or less (more less than more). More about this later.
• Been sending out postcards, doing my best to alert art directors and editors to 1. the fact that I at last have an online portfolio. And 2. that it sure would be fun to illustrate a book for somebody.
• Been watching reruns of reruns of seasons 1 and 2 of Downton Abbey and so cannot wait for Sunday night. So want John Bates to be freed from the slammer.
• Making resolutions? Nope.
• Shipping some things a few bless-ed customers purchased from my new SHOP on Etsy!
• Been procrastinating? Yup. Or else I'd have written something here three days ago.