I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about painting, but not doing any actual painting. Or much of it anyway. Perhaps that’s all part of the process? I hope so. I hope that’s a good enough excuse, otherwise I dunno. I feel like I’ve made enough of those.Continue reading
I’ve been dragging. Maybe it’s desert life? No. It’s being sick. I haven’t been well in a long time actually. I’ve been lost in a trade-off. The war on drugs vs misery.Continue reading
Since I’ve been clogged, I’ve had my face smooshed against my computer monitor trying to carefully correct all the mistakes in my damn book, Shrapnel in the San Fernando Valley; I’m so incredibly embarrassed by the plethora of flaws that were there. My gawd! That’s what no sleep gets you.Continue reading
Gemma waits patiently for Michael to return with an early dinner. Little does she know that none of it’s for her.