A Krita Day

I fell asleep at 6pm after work. It was one of my catnaps, a 15-minute snooze that refreshes me for a couple of hours. Afterwards I didn’t feel like working on my book. Instead, I watched a few videos about Krita — watercolor, sketching, some tips — that kind of stuff. Then I sketched this car with its cartoon tires and odd perspective, using Krita, of course.

Every afternoon I take Nacho the Pug for a long walk, rain or shine — as long as it’s not too rainy or too cold for either of us. He loves the rain and leaps up as he tries to bite the drops pelting him. He has a handsome goldenrod colored raincoat, and I have my blue raincoat.

Sometimes, when I’m in the middle of a project, I just want to keep working. I don’t feel like taking him out, but I do. He really needs the walk. He needs to smell every post, telephone pole, and tree. It makes his day. And it make mine, too. As I’m reluctantly walking, I begin to feel uplifted and I start thinking optimistically about the book I’m working on and about the books I plan to write. New ideas rise up from the well of humdrum thoughts I’m swamped with at work. Walking is a blessing.

Sometimes I take a picture of something that catches my eye. Today I saw a rock that I liked, something I can use as a reference the next time I’m struggling to paint a damned rock. Here it is, my fabulous rock.