In the Interest of Clarity of Emotion
We got up early this morning and went to the annual Memorial Day flea market.
My oldest son got a Big Wheel tricycle, a pack of Lego mini-figs and some Matchbox cars. The baby got a ride in the stroller. He felt a little better today; the Tylenol kept him in good spirits, though his temperature still rose to 104° in between doses.
After the flea market we drove to the in-laws' for lunch. I sketched while the boys played. I've been watching Stan Prokopenko's videos on the Andrew Loomis method. There are so many intricate relationships between the facial features; I want to memorize them all. I feel better knowing I won't be hindered by a lack of know-how when I see something I want to capture on paper.
Much like writing, actually: Practice makes progress.
Earlier this week a writer friend shared a quote by Jane Kenyon that's been echoing in my ear:
Lovely, right? You can read more of Kenyon's writing advice on (where else?) Brain Pickings.
I'm looking forward to getting back to work after this long holiday weekend. It's been fun spending time with the family, but it will be nice, too, to return to the regular hours of the daily routine.