Weekend work
22 hours. I worked 22 hours the last two days. I’m taking the next 3 hours off for my weekend. Then back to work. I shouldn’t complain, it could be worse in the grand scheme of things.
22 hours. I worked 22 hours the last two days. I’m taking the next 3 hours off for my weekend. Then back to work. I shouldn’t complain, it could be worse in the grand scheme of things.
I got distracted while reading Towers of Midnight. Yea that’s what happened, not me collapsing under the weight of how much is left to do.
I did procrastinate by reading towers of midnight though. I didn’t read in any particular order, just jumped around from scene to scene I liked. Stress has made the scene much more tear-jerking than I remember.
I sat down to try and do something new but an overwhelming sense of dread came over me as I stared at the blank canvas. I need to practice but get anxious about the failure that comes with something new. Maybe Friday.
A tale of sails is cursed. There’s no other way to say it. First it gets story gets stuck in a church. Now the painting is delayed by work of all things. It doesn’t help trying to be more accurate. That was the really stupid idea even though I can’t stop it.
Between Mother’s Day and a large weekend project I didn’t even have a chance to start a comic until right now at 1 in the morning. I’m going to bed but had to post anything, otherwise it will be too easy to slack off next time. I guess I can’t really complain about work under the current environment.
I wonder how long will the panic attacks and paranoia last once everything is as normal as it will get?
This one is going to be late a few days and I’m ok with that, it’s a doozy. Every time I’ve drawn a ship I try and get more accurate. Good lord tall ships have aloooooooooooot of ropes. I’ll continue this frame every regularly planned Sails work day and post progress.