Here’s the finished, more polished version of the “sketch” I put up a couple posts back. This took about a week of work. Something pleasant for a Sunday.
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DISTAL MUSE – OBSERVATIONS, OPINIONS, EPHEMERA, & VIEWS
Here’s the finished, more polished version of the “sketch” I put up a couple posts back. This took about a week of work. Something pleasant for a Sunday.
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I’m in “talks” with a publisher. Cool things may be in the offing soon. Details when things are more concrete. Will this be career-changing? Who knows? It will, to be sure, take me another step on the way. It will not, at this point, be life changing.
Change is one of those terms we bandy about almost like an incantation. “Things will change” “If you don’t like it, change it” “Change is good for you” “changes are coming” and then there is the most puzzlingly problematic corollary, “Things will never be the same again.”
I’ve never understood that phrase, not in any concrete way. …
I’m procrastinating this morning, distracting myself from a stubborn short story I want very badly to finish but only if it’s finished right. So I decided to do something else until the solution to the problem presented itself.
This is a sketch. I intend to go back in at some point and do a better job, for now this is the result of about 40 minutes of adding color to an image to get a new effect. I’m calling it Enchanted Forest for now, but given how easy it is to lose oneself in this process I could just as well call it The Forest of No Return.…
It seems longer, but it’s only been a bit over a month since my surgery. Everything, according to the People Who Know, has been going well. The last couple of weeks I’ve been encumbered with a brace, which is intended to keep me from moving my arm in a manner likely to impede healing. It’s been awkward.
But this, too, will soon end. According to Patrick, my physical therapist, I’m tracking the way I should be—even a bit better than expected (for age, injury, disposition)—and he estimates the brace can come off after May 8th. I’ll still have therapy to go through and it will be a few months before I’m battling superfoes and lifting cases of books, but I will at least be able to scratch my nose, comb my hair, and eat my meals with my right hand. …