Life is good. Job is good (which is not something I have been able to say about my employment in YEARS). Home is good. Husband is amazing, as always. Friends are amazing. There's not much more a girl could ask for.

Well.

Art is...uh. Sporadic. I'm not gonna blame my supposed muse, who has been hitting the inside of my head with a sledgehammer of awesome ideas on every drive home from work. My muse is working overtime. My motivation, however, is usually nonexistent: though I like my job a lot, by the time I get home from my eight-hour day (which is really a 9- or 10-hour day, if you include my lunch -- where I don't generally leave my office [not that I mind, just it's not practical for my job] -- and my commute) and do household chores and consume food and attempt to relax, it's time to go to bed and start the whole process over. I'm not gonna make excuses; I'm going to try to find more time in my life to work on art. There's a satisfaction to art that I miss tremendously, and I want to get back into it.

I'm not going to make any promises, though -- this is my own thing. If I owe you a commission, I have not forgotten about you! But, there's a reason I don't take payment upfront generally. Thank you immensely for your patience :)