I have a summer cold. It's one of the nicest days we've had in weeks, and all I want to do is sleep. But I absolutely refuse to spend more that a few minutes at a time inside; my days of blissful do-as-I-please time are going by very quickly now. In less than two weeks, I'll be back at work with the stress of daily business nipping at my heels.
I thought a good compromise between running around and sleeping would be to try sketching some things outside...I drew little acorns and bits of leaves and this pot of petunias. They're overflowing and dropping their rotting flowers all over the place, but they still look splendid. I decided to just be brave and use an artist's pen and not worry about getting things "right." Well, the pot's lopsided and there's a lot wrong, but I'm just happy that I did it. I need to think of keeping a sketchbook like I think of keeping a written journal...I have (almost) never ripped a page out of a journal. If I ever wrote something I didn't like...I'd just comment on it in another entry. I need to apply the same method to drawing. Do it, observe it, and then see what I need to work on. Simple.