Once before I had the policy of not doing drawings at the same time as writing, then I had to deal with it and go along both, sure its difficult on the emotional side but you keep on. Now I face a new situation, when I have to write two, or more, stories at the same time, the one going through my head and the one Im currently working at, so… its not like I have much ram left, ahggg.
Anyway, in our current story, once I thought of making it about some very evil dude and forever smiling grandma Aurora, but then, as I kept writing and with my current emotions, it developed into something else, now its gonna be a “Big Sky” lethargy struggle.
He does, kind of looks like Jeff, aaaah, I guess I cant let go.
Though he is different, or at least I try him to be.
And also a little bit of what life is worth living for, Auish style. She is in such “happy mode” that even breaks the story and talks about the narrator, Little Wolf, or maybe is the other way around and she wants to be in, uhhh.
Chuchu goes the train…
Im kind of depressed cause I had to let a bunch of pigeons go hungry today, and its a little cold tonight, thought they poorly behaved, otherwise I would have given in. I sort of lost the territory I gave to them, I took some in, but even with all the controls, theres too many of them :( which wouldnt be a problem if they learn to behave!!!
I did fed the more friendly though, but I think I missed a young one with cancer and the wife of a half blind one… theres so much you can do, its all part of realizing how small you actually are, and let go.
They really hate the nightly rain when they sleep without a cover, damn I feel sad, now that I could have extra time to write after Josephine died, this is my bigger kick by far, yet it is not about air ideas, sounding cool or convincing people, is about what life is worth living for.
“They dont really like you, they like the food” oh, Ive always known that.
Mother is always right, especially when she tells you cannot have a duck for a pet, even when they live in the streets just like you did.
I have a ring, I have a dress, I have an empty shell
By the books below teacups Ive kept a kind of hell