The past 3 days went to the dogs – two of them literally.

I'm working on a commission, a pet portrait of 2 dogs. Things seemed to be going fine Wednesday until I realized I really needed the painting to be bigger than what I had. So I started not quite from scratch the next day. I thought I might finish it in the afternoon after getting this blog rolling, but this took up much more of the day and many more decisions than I thought it would. And I don't have as much decision power since the accident, which is probably what resulted in the painting-size flub.

This all piles up to mean I haven't written in days, and that the short story I'm really trying to wrap up will have to wait a little longer. Under normal conditions, I would power through and still try to get something done on it. I am a firm believer in showing up and putting in the time, But I also know how my still-recovering brain reacts when I push it after it tells me I shouldn't. It's taken a lot for me to come around to realizing I'm not under normal conditions, and it still may be a while. 

But in all that painting, I did get to totally plow through Mur Lafferty's Ghost Train to New Orleans on audiobook. It took a while after the accident before I was able to 'do' those two things at once again – listen and paint. More on that some other time.