It’s the same drawing, only this time with her hair all colored – on my iPhone app called Sketch This. I’m calling her Paige, for one of my characters in my just-published novel Loving Ashe.
Yep! I did it! I went ahead and published my novel yesterday and it’s a bit bittersweet and scary and awesome all at the same time.
I miss writing my poems but nothing’s coming out just yet. Guess it’s because there are other things I need to do first. Like hitting that Publish button – and planning out my son’s summer.
Somehow the idea of a five-year old and me this summer has the makings of a comedy of errors.
If you could paint your current mood onto a canvas, what would that painting look like? What would it depict?
My friend has been going through a tough time lately and I find myself thinking of her many times throughout the day. I wonder if she’s comfortable. I wonder if she’s in pain, or if she’s getting a few breaks from all the health challenges she’s been going through.
I also wonder if she’s scared, the way I am scared of losing a friend.
I discovered her by being a fan of the actor who became, for a time, my muse, and inspired me to return to writing again. My friend writes, too, and this morning, I saw that she published a new story on Wattpad, where my stories can also be found. She writes Lady Oakenshield stories that make me smile, especially since I write sad things 90% of the time. However, I’ve yet to read her story this morning – only because I wanted to draw her a picture first, and send it to her.
Fortunately, today’s Daily Prompt helped seal the deal in that department, so this is how I feel right now. A bit melancholic, a bit relieved. Very grateful. And though you don’t see it in the picture that I drew of her (I am not a blonde – though I remember that she is. Hmm…now I sure hope so!), my heart was doing the happy dance the entire time I drew it.
I am happy to see that she is getting better, getting stronger each day. I hope to see her in person one day, and laugh and cackle like the crazy women that we are, at inside jokes and everything else.
She’s a tough woman, this amazing friend of mine, just like the Arkenstone she named herself after – and I’m so happy to call her my friend.