I’d be a lot more relaxed than I am right now had I been born a cat. That’s because I’d know, right in the back of my feline mind, that I had been given nine lives, which is a lot of time to work with and provides for a large margin of error.
Human beings, unlike cats, are given only one life, and it’s a fairly short one. To make matters worse, a lot of that one lifetime is either spent asleep or doing things like sitting in a cubicle at work.
I’m writing all this because I am cursed with a strange affliction. From just about the moment I was born, I have had too many interests and passions. I am a very creative person with lots of different talents, all of which I’d love to equally pursue. But I can’t because of the whole lack of time thing.
I’ve had to neglect this blog, and I’m so upset about it. It’s not that I haven’t been writing. I have been. In fact, I’m about sixty percent done with a novella that should end up being about hundred pages long. It’s a dark book which suits my current mood. (There’s a backstory there that I won’t get into right now.) The thing falls within the genre of psychological thriller with elements of the horror story. My working title is The Red Room.
I’ve also been doing a lot of digital art. In fact, on the art front, there has been an interesting development. About a week ago, I got an email from someone representing Vida.com, an interesting company that works with artists and designers to produce fashionable, high-end clothing and accessories. The person reaching out had seen my work and wanted me to send them some of my images.
So I will send some. And I will continue to work on my novella when I can fit it in. And I will continue to make art, mostly late at night when the opportunity presents itself. Oh, and by the way, I hope to be a more regular blogger too.
I’ll finish by sharing a few pieces of my newest digital artwork.