Climbing hills

I haven't gotten used to feeling wiped out at 8pm, but I have gotten used to drawing with a third person in the room, at least for today. Draco had an early doctor's appointment halfway here, and chose to hang out here with Reagan and myself for the day.

After a couple hours struggling with my hosting tendencies to always be engaged with guests, I let myself be openly cranky about it. Fortunately, that led to discussion that gave me the freedom to put on headphones and concentrate on work--behavior I would normally consider anti-social. I've been in this position before with similar results, but it doesn't come up often enough for the lesson to stick. Hopefully repetition will help.

Drawing has changed for me in the past couple days. A modification as simple as doing the first layer of a sketch in pencil, then continuing over it with pen has resulted in a dramatic improvement in results. Each drawing takes longer, but quality and consistency have both exhibited a sharp uptick. It really feels like a mental shift that goes below the surface and constitutes real, lasting change.

I am pleased with today, but find it odd to be speaking so strongly in the past tense before 8:30. A writing urge struck me a moment ago, muchlike a poetic whim blew though me as I closed last night's post.