Monday, Monday

As Mondays go, this one was pretty smooth.

When I got home from work, I made a quick dinner and then took a nap for a couple of hours. I had some good intentions about going out to get snacks for homework night, which is Thursday, but I wound up getting out the watercolors and playing with an idea for my Greetings from Coldwater blog instead. I think it turned out pretty well — not perfect, but decent. The picture is here, along with today’s installation of the story. This is the eighth entry in the blog/novel/whatever it is. I’m really happy with the way it’s flowing thus far. I’m still not entirely sure where the story is going, but I’m having a ball working up the characters and setting.

Joey is becoming much more important than I’d anticipated. I’d originally envisioned him as a peripheral character, but he’s rapidly becoming Sierra’s raison d’etre … which is good, I guess. She was a self-centered little wench for years, so it’s about time she put somebody else’s interests ahead of her own.

I could say the same thing for myself, I suppose.



I finally got caught up on some of my projects this weekend. New ones are already starting to collect on my to-do list. It’s maddening.

When I worked at the paper, I used to take a couple of minutes out of deadline day to watch this little cartoon. It always helped. I’d nearly forgotten about it until this evening, when I was looking over the list of things I’d accomplished today and thinking about what I had on my plate for tomorrow. I stuck it on my bookmarks bar so I won’t forget it again. As we head into March, every day is starting to feel like 5 p.m. on a Thursday at 81st and Harvard, circa 2006.

Take a peek at the cartoon. Turn up your speakers a little bit so you can hear the ominousĀ Psycho-inspired violins in the middle and the little people singing near the end. (Their little voices are so ridiculous that they crack Ron up every time he hears them.) It’s a good way to start your Monday.