Quit, Quited, Quiting, Sick

I’m getting sick. Sick of sad and sick of crying, but apparently not sick enough.


Sketch of Gemma

I haven’t been able to bring myself to write. I wake up every morning crying and it hits me all over again. It’s more than losing a dog. I’ve lost many dogs in my life, but not like this. Part of me does not want to talk about it. I can’t. I’ve cancelled my therapy sessions. I’m not painting, but I know life should go on.

Goodbye Gemma

R.I.P. Gemma, my best little companion. I will always love you.

Gemma was killed the night before last, and we are devastated. I can’t stop crying. She was my happiness on four legs, never hurt anyone, always loyal, always cuddly, always funny, and now she is gone. I will never be the same. She was our only child. Our last child, as it’s just not feasible to have a little dog out here in the wild no matter how closely you watch them.

Books, Books, Books Yeah

Today I sent out 10 Shrapnels to the people that won my Goodreads giveaway. I ended up making them extra special. I couldn’t help myself.


Poetic Ghetto, 2012. Oil, gouache and pencil on clay board, 18 x 24 inches.

Yeah, so it’s been a little while since I’ve posted anything again. Let’s face it. I’m just busy, even when I’m lollygagging. I’m never really dilly-dallying. I just think I am. I am always working. When I think something isn’t work, it really is work. It’s all work. It’s all part of it. It’s all the same. All roads lead to the same shit. And today I’m waiting for a new keyboard because this one is taking a dump. Some letters keep skipping and I have to keep going back and correcting all the spelling, even on the simplest words. Typing seems to be taking three times longer. The new keyboard should be arriving this afternoon.

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