Sigh.
I have been writing, just not here. I have windows live writer - or some such equivalent - which holds more entries than this one (even though it looks the same and publishes to this one with and internet connection and the push of a button).
I have been writing, just not here. I have windows live writer - or some such equivalent - which holds more entries than this one (even though it looks the same and publishes to this one with and internet connection and the push of a button).
First, let's do a short-form, catch-up:
Kitten's 14, has a different boyfriend who both Wolf and I love, is taller than me and still brings more sunshine into my world than anything; I finally cut my hair... to my shoulders (haha haha) but have yet to do anything even remotely funky; we've burned through another business (since my last news-y post) and I'm done with those, now. I don't have the constitution for dealing with contractors or big construction companies... and I'm done with being the little guy, because the little guy can't do anything when the big guy refuses to pay, steals your tools, finally returns some of them when threatened with police action, but returns them with cut cords and missing parts and screws where screws have no right to be... Y'know, if that kind of thing happened in real life. (Yup. It kinda makes a person go into hiding from everything/one that she legally can.)
So, now that I can see the dismal end of that particular adventure I'm ready to turn my face into the sun. I haven't felt warmth for long enough that it feels like the memory of a movie viewed in childhood. Feels like. Bear with me. I'm dozy.
And I'm drawing again. That was the point of this entry. I'm not only just drawing but people are asking me about prices and I have one commission in the works, with 2-4 more in possibility-land! Whoa, hey?!
