Same as it ever was

I don't want to go to sleep, but rumor has it that I've got company coming this afternoon/evening and we'll be seeing Quantum of Solace once Reagan's off work. The rumor sounds so reasonable that R and I watched the new Casino Royale with dinner, and I enjoyed it greatly. The opening credits were amazing, and the cinematography throughout the rest of the movie impressed me.

I'm having a hard time pinpointing where the rest of my day went. Hours of drawing, definitely. More thinking about poetry, too. I opened a myriad of tabs via One Night Stanza, a poetry-related blog. Most of those posts were related to submitting poems for publication. It sounds attractive to me, and is definitely something I'd pursue if I put effort towards writing verse. I just don't know if I have the time or energy to walk that path.

I wonder... if I could get around on my own time and my own dime... would I be better at self-management? If I didn't depend on the mountain coming to me, would organizing my life be easier?

Those questions are mostly rhetorical, but I will ponder them as I do some yoga before bed.






Most pages of my sketchbook end with something like this. A doodle that starts with a frame and I compose without referencing anything. It's a challenge for me to come up with one or two every day, but they're always fun once I get a concept down, and usually rewarding once I'm done. Bizarre landscapes, moons, and silhouettes are common visual elements.