It’s pretty much par for the course for me, but I’ve been especially good at procrastinating these days. I have a feeling that as soon as the new year becomes the current year, I’m going to be doing anything and everything to avoid working. I don’t know what causes that intense desire to not do the absolute exact thing that I am supposed to do, but there it is.
I’m not even pre-working procrastinating. I am painting. Or I was five minutes ago, before I turned to the internet for some sort of distraction. (None was to be had, so here I am, making my own distraction.) I’ve mixed up my paint, I’ve the brushes all selected, and I’ve even begun to work on the painting in question. (This one happens to be page six, which I just have to finish up.) Seems simple: dip brush in paint, scrape across canvas, repeat for a few hours, then brush with clean brush to blur new paint and old paint together.
And yet, here I am. Typing.
Gah. Okay, I guess I need to get back to work .