I feel guilty for posting when there are so many people I meant to call when I got back to Vancouver. A whole list of nice people to spend time with, and what do I do? I curl up in my room and draw until the end of time.
I'm weaksauce. I need to recuperate from fun and energy spent in Seattle. Everybody's already seen the photos. And by everybody I mean the five people who care. I love you, five people or possibly six! You complete me.
Seattle was good. It's always good. I bought paper for cheap, so I could start "my comic". (It feels ridiculous to refer to it as my comic, because it sounds like I have some kind of ambition or whatever, which I totally don't, not even). So I started it and now I'm the second page FOR REAL and it's scary and hard. But I'm going with Jacob's theory: start drawing a comic even if you suck, and soon you won't suck anymore and you can keep drawing comics for happiness, forever. YES.
My right hand is absolutely throbbing. It can only take so much abuse (aka use) before it freaks out and won't let me keep drawing. This is frustrating, what my hand will or will not allow me to accomplish. Damn my hand.
I took Happy to the field today for the first time in a while. Lately (like all winter) I've been using a different walking route, one through the back lanes east of my house. I always let her off-leash in the alleys, when my spider sense isn't tingling with warnings of a sudden car ambush, but she hasn't run flat-out in a few weeks. Today she ran like the wind. The portly wind.
Tomorrow is going to be all about phone calls.
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hee. Portly wind.
I better be on that list, missy!
We should do fun things with dogs. Juniper has had about as much neglect as she can handle (from me). Last night she came in and slept under the covers the whole night. If child welfare only knew what went on in this house.
Um, did that sound as twisted as it did upon second reading? I meant, all the books say, NO PETS IN BED. PETS WILL SMOTHER YOUR CHILD. But hell, if he's navigated around the burning cigarettes, open bottles of vodka and the occasional kitchen knife laying about, what harm could a dog really do?
Haha. I didn't understand the child welfare reference, but my dog-oriented mind assumed you meant that they'd be after you for neglecting Juniper. Who isn't a child, I remembered after a LONG THREE SECONDS. She's a dog. See? A+ for me.
Does Judah sleep under the covers with you? I've heard that babies usually don't use covers at all, but if he did, it would be the ultimate water bottle baby experience 5000.
We should hang out, fo' sure. We should do a trout lake.
By all means, DRAW. But don't forget to write. And call. Me.
p.s. I love "portly wind".
I also love Portly wind.
And I still want to walk Happy with you sometime. Is that a weird request? "I want to walk your dog with you" Does it sound like I'm trying to date you or something?
Anyway. Blog updates! Comics! Yes!
Kim- Write is good, yes. Me will. I need to write for my fiction extension anyway. And calling you will happen without a doubt.
Jess- You can totally walk my dog with me. It's not weird at all. In fact, I expect people to want to walk with Happy and me. If people are around, I demand it. Then I make them pick up the poo and when they do I scream and drop the leash. But not really. But that would be awesome.
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