Remember (those who follow, if any do) a couple years ago when my stated goal for the summer included a “mystery hobby?”

I’m no better at it now than I was then, but at least I’m over the shyness. I dug out all my stuff today and re-dedicated myself to learning to draw. I want so badly to be able to draw my characters, to flesh out their worlds as I do their lives–by discovery. So I located my sketchbook (two pages used) and found my pencils (dust-bunnies the size of horses growing inside the cup) and I made space on my desk for the tools and the books that I bought.

No promises. But it’s something I’ve meant to do for a long time. And I’m tired of waiting for a “right” time.

Learning Spanish, though–that will have to wait. Until I have an office of my own again.

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