check it out!

i am very excited about the picture i drew today, but you will have to go over to quixotic mama if you want to see it.
when you are in a relationship with me, nothing is ever easy…until it is.
just go check it out

three wise ones

i am now posting at quixotic mama

i am moving over to my other blog
though it is a pain in the butt
i like the name better over there
trying to feel more quixotic
and less apocalyptic

(sorry for any inconvenience!)

bluejean & the moonfish

INKtober day eight–crow doodle

i’m having a crappy day.
dreams of things that are past but not gone set my heart in a tumble for the entire day.
i doodled this on a letter to a friend.
a message in a bottle.
i was going to try to do a more “complete” picture, but i kind of liked that this one was old school on a lined notebook in a regular ink pen (actually a parker ink pen–my past preferred pen.) also it was a bit inspired by my good friend who invited me to do this challenge. she did a crow in a tree yesterday for her inktober drawing, and that stayed with me into my drawing today.

also.
i was crying & hanging up clothes this morning (usually i only cry while doing dishes) and a murder of crows flew over. i took it as a sign of comfort from the universe.
however, my day did not improve.
my heart stays broken & disillusioned.
and i never did draw another picture.

also.
i am still blown away by yesterday’s drawing. i thought for sure it was going to suck when i started it. i keep impressing myself with what i’m doing.
so i guess it’s okay that i’m doing a simple day today.

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INKtober day 2: bed gremlin

so i’m on my journey to be a crone. not that i slept well before that…but now, okay, i won’t go into details. but sleep is rough & dream-saturated.

dusty & i have this on-going “game” to see who can stay in bed the longest. we have separate rooms here because i kicked him out of mine. and he hates that i like to sleep. i think, even though he is naturally an early-riser, he resents that i sleep in. so it is rare that i get to just lounge around in bed. normally, i have to get up & walk the dogs & feed the minions, etc. dusty will get up, but since they are my dogs, he will not take them out when he goes out for his morning smoke. so charming. and many mornings, the kids will insist i have to be the one to feed them or take them to the bathroom.

but this morning!
this morning i got to sleep in!
it’s like a holiday or something. dusty was generous and took care of the dogs & kids. yay.

so i stayed in bed as long and i could. sleeping in every different position i could find. every pillow on my king sized bed that usually has two to three kids in it as well. it was empty and i slept all over it.

i think i was supposed to stay in bed as long as i did. if i had gotten up any earlier i would not have seen the “bed gremlin.”

you know how sometimes you can see a picture in the clouds, in the wood grain of a door, even on a chalk board that has been erased of words. you know how you can see images anywhere if you look?

i found a bed gremlin in the folds of a blanket as i laid towards one end of the bed, gazing at the other end. there he was. grinning at me. giving me a present of a daily picture for inktober.

thanks, bed gremlin!

what keeps me busy

i am so wrapped up in house hunting. i think of little else. plans. back-up plans. panic attacks and deep funks. i hate house hunting. house hunting when four little people are involved is…oh my god…how do i do this? today we are meeting with a single woman who is entertaining the idea of renting part of her home to us. i think about someone else having to live with my children and i find myself thinking, “i don’t even want to live with them–how can i ask a stranger to?”

okay. i don’t always feel this way about the minions. lately is just…special. poppy is grumpy. iggy is grumpy. i am grumpy. we act and react to each other all day long.

meanwhile, in my comic process, i did manage to draw something. just a journal page. but it turned out kinda cool. also, in my quest to be a better artist, i am reading the gift by lewis hyde. it is taking me awhile to read it. just snippets here and there when i’m not wrapped up in needy kids or house hunting. but so far so good. i am finally in the second half which is more applied towards artists. i will let you know what i think.

that’s all i can update you on today. poppy is screaming at me and iggy is screaming at fidgit. yay. good times.