I just finished watching Station 11, a really well written post apocalyptic show. Their plague is a flu much deadlier than COVID. There’s the Before and After. It’s really good.
I was just at my sister’s book party on Thursday. Her book is Presumed Guilty and some of the proceeds go to The Innocence Project. There’s nothing like a book party to bump into someone else in midst of writing a book. I enjoy being near the beginning. I saw one of my sister’s first drafts and was a reader. My sister in law is writing a very different book, of which I offered to read her so far book.
I’m still “writing” my book, The Art Box, even though I’m not writing it. It would be unfair to say if I couldn’t write it during the pandemic I won’t ever. Because as some readers know, I was doing sessions all day and making art/doing daily posts on my old blog. There was no room for writing The Art Box. It’s a toss up whether I shall do it, given my Adhd. ADHD affects writing more than art because you have to make sense with words and you have to organize, edit, structure plus there’s time management. Add the fact that I bore myself fast and haven’t been able to finish many books lately, it’s also an unlikely feat that I still think will maybe happen.
Either way, I’m going to try again to do my daily posts here and all the “things”: yoga, workouts, drawing 15 minutes daily, blogging daily, waking up early, etc. Turning this blog into “morning pages”.
Anyway that’s it for today; a whole new month to start over with. My fish plan is going pretty surprisingly well; my food has changed in a big way towards eating pretty healthy compared to the Before. Fish is a quite magical food. It certainly is the lynch pin of everything else and points to vegetables. It also somehow coincided with trying to eat less to no cheese; I think cheese was also just not a good good for me. Tonight I had pizza but earlier I had trout salad instead of pancakes. I’m meeting my Sunday friends at my studio often because they live near there.




