Because my neck, shoulder, and back were still hurting, H.E. scheduled some massage appointments for me, and I had my knots excruciatingly smoothed out by an expert in medieval torture in a couple of one-hour sessions. So I am feeling much better than I did a week ago. But one of the things an expert in medieval torture knows how to do is to allow you to receive a little bit more pain than you ever thought you could ……
H.E. has decided that there is only one good thing about The Sopranos having ended: he no longer has to be snorked by Tony Soprano’s cell phone ringing, which matched H.E.’s cell phone ring tone exactly. Whenever Tony’s henchmen called, H.E. reached for his phone. Not nice. People might say that H.E. should simply have changed his ring tone, but it really isn’t all that easy. H.E. and I are two of a kind; we both can’t stand all those…
I had to have my blood taken after my doctor’s appointment on Monday morning, and I still have the bruises on a Thursday evening. That’s just not right. I look like a junkie with tracks all over. I don’t remember ever being this delicate—so easy to bruise, so long to heal. …not to mention so inadequate as vampire bait. I did what is normally done prior to getting blood work done. I fasted for 12 hours, sat at the high…
The feast or famine nature of freelancing still catches me unprepared every now and then. One day I’m way ahead of the game, ready for the next project, and two days later I’m drowning in work with no time for any of it. Most freelancers see the feast and the famine in terms of work or money—the abundance of either is a feast, while the lack of the same is a famine. For me, I see it more in terms…
Jane at Dear Author has interviewed me. It’s my second interview as a cover artist—here’s the first. I’m starting to feel like I’m some kind of celebrity or something. Will I have to watch out for paparazzi one day? Yikes, the things they’d catch me doing with my Wacom! Too scandalous! I wonder how long I have to wait before I can adopt a child from Africa. Maybe I’ll be famous enough to make the cast of Ocean’s Forty-Nine. Damn,…