I continued at my snail’s pace in the studio this week, experimenting a bit with the new backgrounds.
If you look at this one a little closer, you can see one of the new things I’m doing: using the tape silhouettes to mask off areas.
And speaking of snails, I discovered my ignorance when I briefly worried that our new snail pets might be a male and female, leading to eventual snail babies. It turns out, almost all types of snail are hermaphroditic, and when they mate, they basically help fertilize each other’s eggs.
So I guess we did get a “male and a female,” it’s just we got both in…both. No sign of babies yet, thankfully.
When not pondering the mating habits of gastropods (such a great word – stomach foot!), I was spending lots of time this week hating on myself for constantly being unable to do as much as I expect.
Okay, hate is a strong word for it, but it really did take me, oh, about four weeks to realize that cutting an hour out of each work day in order to pick my daughter up at the same time, while dropping her off an hour later each morning, was really cutting an hour out of each work day!
Why is it I persist in thinking of my time as some sort of magical door into Narnia through which I can somehow squish nine hours of work out of a six-hour day? Not my best analogy, but you get the idea.
I don’t want to change my schedule, so I guess it’s time to change my expectations. Bleh.
I really hate having this wrench thrown into my flow, my plans, my life, but as always with these disruptions, I figure why not see how you can use that wrench?
So I’m going to be trying to figure out how to condense what I do, warm-up faster, and see if I can eliminate some distractions, etc. Like perhaps getting rid of that time I’m devoting to negatively judging myself. It’s always a good place to start.