I'm ever so slow these days! Poor Agent Regalia is stalling on chapter 17, and I've decided that my MG SF verse novel Bad Species needs a complete revision. I'm also not currently subbing my triad of children's books because I've decided I want to figure out my own personal illustration style, which will involve a lot of fun experimenting and practice.
A few years ago, I would've felt discouraged at my glacially slow progress. But now, my only desire is to stab the blank paper with ink and leave pinpricks of dark starlight on the page! Even if it is only a single asterisk. That too, is treasure.
A dust mote of dreams.
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