Sorry about the dearth of posts lately. As I've said, I've been doing nothing but dashing like a mad thing from house to studio to office, working until bed time and flopping down to start all over again at six the next day. I completely flop on the weekends, not exhausted, exactly, but mentally drained from all the focused activity.
I've taken a bunch of pics of the latest drawing classes. The cast drawing exercise went really well, and portrait is turning out to be a blast. I told Andrea today that I spent the whole class thinking that drawing from the model is making me inexplicably happy. I don't remember when or what has been better. Maybe fencing was this much fun, but only maybe.
I've just really had absolutely no time to do anything but write and draw, and run from home to train to studio to office back to train. I like being busy, and having loads of fun, but I haven't even been able to sweep up the cat hair off the carpet in two weeks. I really think that life would be so much easier with a husband or roommate or something. It would be so great not to have to worry that I forgot to feed the cat and won't be home for 12 hours. I just don't have time to do things like laundry or dusting lately. Awful.
And I've just noticed today that I've been missing the second season of Game of Thrones!
This living alone thing bites.