May 23rd, 2005

breeden

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Got up, after complicated Sith-related dreams, drowned brain in coffee.

Worked on Digger, putzed in the studio with some small neccessarily cleanings, then put in some work on Black Dogs. It's not all that difficult to do, I'm finding, nor particularly time consuming, but I can only do it in short spurts. Still, I appear to be making progress, so that's good.

Now I am staring vaguely into space. Hi, space! Definitely time to start a painting. I need to decide whether the rough I've got done is worth pursuing, or whether I should keep sketching and cook up something else. Not the easiest task, but still, an enjoyable enough way to spend a morning. Life is good.

Checking ye olde monitor, earnings for the month are on the low end for what I've been averaging this year, but still above the average for last year, so it's all good. I think the commission moratorium actually helped my income, over all. Print sales still solid, original sales still goin' well. LE prints are all over the board--sold out of two, haven't moved jack of the other two. Hit or miss, I suppose, but then again, no less than originals, so it all works out. Definitely more data needed before I can draw any significant conclusions there--I have both ends of the bell curve and no bell in the middle!

Next month, gotta start the run of small Anthrocon paintings. I've got plenty of large ones, this time, and two big LEs, but it's always the small ones that sell out, so next month I'll need to get cookin' on those, and then probably someone will buy my big paintings the week before and I'll be left running around like chicken with head cut off.

But hell, if I didn't do that, it wouldn't be a convention!
breeden

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I've said it before, I'll say it again...Bouguereau's subject matters are pure, unadulterated cheese, but god, I wish I could paint like that.
breeden

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James came home for lunch, and said, with his usual cheer, "HA! You always thought the lung cancer would kill me--but instead it'll be Lyme disease!" and rolled up his pant leg to reveal that overnight, his tick bite had metamorphisized into a gigantic red bullseye.

James already had a doctor's appointment, but I'm getting him to call and see if he needs to be in right away. As we wait ten minutes for the doctor's office to re-open to seek advice, one must contemplate--how the HELL do people get Lyme disease and not realize it? That thing's the size of a friggin' meteor crater.

Well, thank god we caught it in time to treat. I hope.
breeden

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Took James in to the clinic, where they fit in a quicky check-up. It took approximately three seconds according to James--"Roll up your pant leg. Ha! Yup, textbook case. Congratulations. Here's a prescription."

So now he's got three weeks of antibiotics. The doctor said that he was, indeed, very lucky to catch it a mere five days after the bite and to have such a classic and identifiable response.

So that was an exciting afternoon for everybody.