Hard to say, …YET. I did get an article published in MORE magazine’s website. I did meet some fabulous authors at a Book Signing at Pindar over the weekend. And I perhaps, crossed paths with an angel with a scary last name (kind of ironic, actually) that could lead me to new opportunities.
So, maybe that lump on my noggin’ was worth something after all. Things aren’t moving for me as fast I’d like, and I still feel the need to paint and write to release some pent up emotions. That is actually normal and healthy as opposed to locking it inside and letting it damn up until I explode on somebody in a PMS volcanic eruption. That has happened and it is not pretty. My co-worker never knew the meaning of the word PMS until she met me. When I breeze into the office and announce that my period arrived last night, she actually falls back against her chair and sighs in relief like she had just run the marathon or something. What? “Oh, thank God. I made it through this month.” Geez. Am I that bad? Well, yeah, I can be. I think right now I’m PMS’ing and she poured me some tea…come to think of it. She looks like a nervous rabbit and is kind of tip-toeing around me. I’m cranky, yes. I’m tire, yes. Oh, crap. I am PMS’ing.
I digress. Back to the church basket. I guess, if I want to see major good luck or a sign from above instantly, I suppose, I needed to be clonked on the head unconscious. Patience, my dear. Patience. Something of which, I sorely lack. I want it NOW! (PMS talking.) When the tears arrive, it’ll be over soon. P.s. I don’t really recommend sticking your head up for your own collision when the usher comes by with the church basket. Dog doo never worked either.
I love the colors in your painting "Just Waiting". To me it looks as she has just finished a moving happy ever after story and is savoring the feeling and fantasy of being in love. You know the feeling; delighted and twirling around with the book clutched to your chest?
ReplyDeleteI apologize, the painting I was refering to in my comment was titled, "Lady Cecelia".
ReplyDeleteThank you, Gwyn! The best part is how a painting tells a story and how each person sees what they want to see...I think that is so cool that that is what you saw...I can't decide if she's contemplating a decision she made, perhaps, an unwise betrothal, or if she is waiting for someone to arrive, but is late...but that's me...I feel like I'm waiting for something and I can't quite grasp it. The painting isn't finished; it's always scary to add color, and I have to finish the pillow, and her jewelry. P.S. I just watched Leap Year!! It was fantastic! Talk about Irish accents..in IRELAND! Watch it if you haven't already...you'll need a tissue to wipe up the drool...(just kidding about that!)
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