UrsulaV (ursulav) wrote,

Postcards from the Swamp, II

I thought I was free. I thought my two weeks of dogged painting had gotten my work load down to a manageable level, defined as “paying stuff to work on in the morning, afternoon free to paint on personal projects.”

Then the logo design I was doing suddenly came back with “Sorry, we thought you had a month, but we need it by Wednesday,” and Mongoose wants another painting done (They wanted five, I did six sketches so I’d have an alternate if one didn’t get approved, and now it turns out they liked the alternate too, so I need to paint that, and pronto. Not that I mind, it was a fun sketch and they’re good to work for.) and suddenly the reasonable workload has closed around me, like a small fly trapped in a Venus fly trap, trying valiantly to hack her way out with a paintbrush and a palette knife.

Also! If you are the gentleman who contacted me about an ascent-of-man type commission, and you’re still interested, please e-mail me! I haven’t forgotten you, but I did lose your e-mail during the last computer troubles, so…uh…if you’re interested, let me know!

Darn, at this rate I’ll never get to the penguin in cuttlefish hat…

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.

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