Silver Hairs are Death’s Blossoms

When I got up at 2 a.m. to get to work, I heard the rain on the leaves outside my window. The “Rainy Season” where we live starts around late September and doesn’t let up until April, sometimes May. But first we just have to get through the jagged months of June, July, August and September, which is just ten days away, so. There is a slight chill in the air, I can feel it coming. I get emotional thinking about the smell of Autumn. So close.

Whenever I hit a plateau, I make sure to stop and take a break, to help replenish my writing brain. I took a break and inked three new posters from a new astrology series I am working on. They are already penciled, I just need to ink them.

I keep inking until I start to get anxious about writing, and then I stop inking and head over to my writing area and I feel so much better. Rinse, repeat. They both compete for my time, when I work on one, I feel guilty about not working on the other and back and forth it goes.

The nice thing about when I am inking, it dislodges whatever obstacle that was in my writing space and then I can get on with laying more bricks.

Music: Northern Nights (Boca Junior Remix) by Enigma

 
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