Progress is slow, but it's progress.

Adding more flowers tomorrow, but most likely next weekend.

Still drawing

Progress is being made. I've learnt more about impressionism in the past two hours than I have in ten years using paint.

My camera thinks that is bright red, it's actually a dark beet-skin red. I swear it fits the colour palette in real life.

Never thought I'd complain about oil pastels being too soft but the light green is literally kneadable. I'll need to add detail with a palette knife.

But I'm having a good time regardless.

I have the flu.

And also a new box of oil pastels. I'm going to draw something today.

Today I remembered that I own oil pastels, so I drew this picture of Edna Mode.

Eh, a good story can be told more than once. Imagine if we stopped writing about people moving into a haunted house and ignoring all the warning signs.

#writing

For the authors who use em dashes like they're going out of fashion.

Hate when this happens. This was supposed to be a love story, not a murder mystery. And who's this clown and why's he the MC now? Who wrote this? Oh. I did.