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ellenmillionBusiness as Usual
No business today. Not businessy business, anyway. Lots of dayjob business and freelance business (yay, second new freelance project confirmed!) and such. I did get two jobs wrapped up last night, though I'm sure one will come back with edits and the other gets a few tweaks and a giant sign layout tonight before dance class.
Art and authoring
Nada.
Home and Health and Weather
-8 F.
It's 72 in Honolulu. *sighs*
Other than extra cuddles with the cat following the disturbing dream where she lost her paws, nothing to report on the home front, either.
Planning
Freelance project # whatever it is layout. Dance class. Dinner. Emails, if I get to it. Very behind, I'm sorry!
Linking
The creative lull as a seasonal necessity: http://rippatton.livejournal.com/40908.html
This is the line that won me: It is more like a winter of creativity- a time when things go underground, buried beneath piles of heavy snow, and one can only stand and listen to deep silence, thinking spring must only be a dream.
No business today. Not businessy business, anyway. Lots of dayjob business and freelance business (yay, second new freelance project confirmed!) and such. I did get two jobs wrapped up last night, though I'm sure one will come back with edits and the other gets a few tweaks and a giant sign layout tonight before dance class.
Art and authoring
Nada.
Home and Health and Weather
-8 F.
It's 72 in Honolulu. *sighs*
Other than extra cuddles with the cat following the disturbing dream where she lost her paws, nothing to report on the home front, either.
Planning
Freelance project # whatever it is layout. Dance class. Dinner. Emails, if I get to it. Very behind, I'm sorry!
Linking
The creative lull as a seasonal necessity: http://rippatton.livejournal.com/40908.html
This is the line that won me: It is more like a winter of creativity- a time when things go underground, buried beneath piles of heavy snow, and one can only stand and listen to deep silence, thinking spring must only be a dream.
