I haven't been doing very well this winter, and one of the things that shuts down first when I feel down is my ability to communicate with others ... especially on social media of any kind. Then writing of any kind goes. Then art. Until I am left watching messages pile up and lose all interest in drawing anything for myself or others. It's a sort of funk or static. I can see myself in the thick of it but there is really no way out until it starts to clear on it's own. The best I have been able to do is lay low and feel guilty about it.
What energy I have I try to save for my daughter. She has to come first.
My first and biggest apologies need to go to Kelly-WritersSoul
. Both have gifted me beautiful art of my characters. I have looked at these pictures over and over. On some of my worst recent days, they have been used as a much-needed bright spot. Both are so beautiful and mean so much to me. But every time I go and try to comment, I stare at the little blank comment window and words stick. I want you BOTH to know how much I love these pictures. How, in a way, they were exactly what I needed. They are a gift of art and beyond.
It is not my lack of love for your gifts and art that I haven't given them the attention they deserve. When my thoughts can find a place between chaos and silence, expect mini-novel comments.
Thank you both. I love them, and you, to little pieces.
My second apology has to go to all the people who wished me a happy birthday all those months ago. Yes, it really has been that long. Y'all were so sweet and kind to think of me. It *really* did mean something to me. Thank you all!
I will try to replace this with something more palatable in the near future. I am so sorry to everyone I have neglected. It's not fair to you.
Thank you for your patience,