To begin, I have submitted my Doodle4Goodle entry (Argh. I hate the way that sounds. Reminds me of a preschool art contest.). My result could be interpreted as a disaster, but by now I'm rather fond of my little cartoon dewds and dewdette.
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There's that.
Remember to vote for the finalists on May 1st, 2013.
Second, I have been doing no writing whatsoever. Unless you decide to include my 2-page bio on GK Chesterton, I can readily assure you that I've not been plotting or penning plot for a very long stretch of timey-whimeyness.
In theory, this is because of my big art break that I've been going through. Art shows and contests can be taxing on your wordiness. Seeing as every picture is worth a thousand words...well, I've been doodling a lot of pictures.
Putting aside my theory though---I will bluntly confess to my habit of gravitation towards poems and shorter works of fiction. I have a thing about time management that makes it really hard to manage to finish a project.
(One reason why working under pressure works for me.)
Leaving my ideas and creations half-done and half-alive is what I do. And I guess it takes a kick in the pants to get me to actually complete stuff.
(And here we have a great point as to why NaNoWriMo is so wonderful!)
Third, it's the end of March. So much time is draining through my hands, and it's not even funny. There's talk of vacation trips in May, and it's really not cool that May is only a few measly weeks down the road from here.
I am dreading April for a few reasons, and of them the least: April means hot weather. Like 90 degrees F. weather and frying asphalt burning your face up from below weather. Eeew.
---Haha! just wait until we hit JUNE. That's when the tourists begin to shrivel up and we see little piles of ash on the sidewalks from the heat incineration.
Finally...
I feel like I should cap this post up with some sort of evaluation of how great or terrible life is or has been. At the moment, that's a very difficult thing for me to do. "Life is a barrel of apples", they say, or "a box of chocolates" or "a confusing place".
I guess all are true.
So if you need me, I'll be eating my chocolate-dipped apples with a puzzled look on my face.
Kismint
