Thursday! 3-6: Well, Sometimes That's How A Week (or Two or Three) Goes...
I’m here today to admit defeat.
You know how sometimes all the stuff you need to do — stuff that’s even good for you to do — piles up on you quickly and instead of getting benefits because it’s good and useful stuff, you feel smothered to the point where your start having physical symptoms like shoulder tension so bad it occasionally makes you cry? No? Just me? Well then! That’s a good thing, at least. You shouldn’t have to feel that because it’s not anything approaching fun.
In short, between a couple church activities to which I committed myself back in October and getting my Dad to a couple medical appointments in Washington, DC12, I’m a tiny bit stressed and pinched for time. My shoulders have loaded up so much of the stress that, well, it’s not comfortable. There’s nothing left right now for a decent newsletter. For that I’m very sorry.
I do have a pretty good topic for discussion — productivity and what that looks like for an artist3 — but no time to give it the airing I think it deserves. Also, I’m on a self-imposed deadline for a couple poems you may see all dressed up in lovely illustrations a bit closer to Christmas. To quote Prince Humperdink, “I’m swamped!” And to quote The Man in Black, “*whimpers*”.
So that’s it for this week. I’m sincerely sorry this isn’t better for you. Next week will be more what you’ve come to expect from me, God willing. For now, keep doing your cool work and let me know what you’re up to, okay?4
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I hate driving in Washington, DC. There are no words to describe how much I hate driving in Washington, DC. Before my Dad’s medical issues for which I needed to drive into the city, I hadn’t driven in DC for about 3 years. I’d have been quite happy to keep that streak going, except I’ve had to go to DC three times in the past couple of weeks.
Let me say, here and now, that there was never a question about whether I’d help my Dad and Mom get where they need to be for a while.
I’ll give you a little sneak-peek. While I’m generally good with the Puritan ethic that forms the backbone of American attitudes toward work, it has limits that make it a less useful ethic to apply to artistic work.
But grant me some slack on replies. I’m already a tiny bit behind.