Spring break hasn't been very springy... nor too much of a break... but I'm hoping that its positive effects will be longer-lasting than I expect them to be.
My brother (a very talented artist of sorts) and I may or may not be in talks to collaborate on a graphic novel of sorts. We may or may not be discussing plot points and character sketches. Do not be fooled; nothing is settled upon yet.
I may or may not also be discreetly looking away as THoR piddles about and may or may not be working on other exciting new novels right now when I should be editing the first. I may or may not have two or more ideas in the works already. Oops?
I bought a new journal; my Harlequin (the second volume of my official Journals) is almost full. I have been journaling since I was very young, but two years ago a friend bought me a very nice expensive leatherbound journal and ordered me to record my eloquence in its proper place. That volume was called Eloquence as a result. When it filled, I purchased the Harlequin, a larger, patchworked colored-leather version of the first. Now it is almost full, and I have my third volume which remains to be christened. It is soft suede-leather, robin's egg blue, with lovely etchings in it. I'm smitten with it already; a bad/good omen. I must finish Harlequin, though, before the next one is sworn in, as it were. Someday these journals will be published. They are sometimes vague, sometimes poetic, sometimes straightforward, sometimes deeply personal. They span all the gaps. But I love them. They are my sanity. They are my prayer books. My reassurances.
I need to find jobs for the summer. I need to make money. I need to get cast in things that will pay. I need to press on. I need to publish. I need to sleep. I need to be effortless. I need to be invincible. Someday, maybe I will be. For now, I really just need to sleep. Eff.
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