A ruined start on a Monday can bode ill for the rest of the week.
Today I woke up with a heavy feeling that I poured into a poem so it won’t spill and mess up an already difficult day.
Today’s undercurrent is a haunting.
I tiptoed around the studio, as if not wanting to wake any monster. Mostly I was trying not to stir up anything related to the dayjob, as if keeping quiet and careful could repel incoming emails.
I did what I’ve been meaning to do for the past weeks— start on the book for real. And once I did an experimental page everything else started to flow into place. Now it’s going to be a matter of sustaining the momentum and not losing the thread.
Dayjob things stirred after lunch but I gritted my teeth and got things done. Then I plotted the rest into the next two days with a reasonable tolerable pace.
I finished one painting.
I took a break. Wrote this post. Afterwards I will do the gold ink embellishments on the art prints. And make ten bookmarks. I’ll try not to sigh too much. I’ll try not to wonder if I crossed the mind of no one in particular.