Throwing in the Towel (NaPoWriMo/A-to-Z)

Ah, I hate to do it.  But I think it’s for the best.

I am proud to have made it to April 20th; given the momentous shift my life (our lives) has taken in the last month and a half, I am incredibly and sincerely proud of anyone who has continued to create, especially for themselves, for the sheer purpose of creating, and I include myself in that; I’ve not produced the greatest work of my life during the past twenty days, but I’ve created something every day, and I have a lot of raw material to work and rework and build off of.

All this to say, I’m dropping both challenges, both A-to-Z and NaPoWriMo.

I’m planning on continuing drawing, painting, and writing, but I’ve opted to also take on several other projects that, with the addition of parenting/homeschooling and maintaining a household, is making the challenges a burden rather than a fun creative exercise.  I still have several ideas I’d brainstormed for upcoming songs (from A-to-Z) that I want to follow through with — it just won’t be on the work-a-day schedule.

Good luck to those still seeing this through, and I wish you all a successful final ten days.

 

A-to-Z Challenge: Odalisque

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So: still behind.  I have a sketch for “N,” but it’s 8:15 pm, I have no clear workspace, and I want to do an acrylic painting for this one, so I need to do some cleaning before I add that whole mess on top of everything.

That being said, another colored pencil drawing.  No photo reference used for this at all, and I took a fairly literal approach to the song just because I wanted to attempt a drawing with a little more of a “dynamic” character, and I wanted to try to draw a figure with no reference.  Success (to a certain extent) on those fronts.

I’m got Prismacolor Premiere in my Amazon cart, so I’m hoping that will improve my product.  (Also I need to do a lot of work on foreshortening, yes, I know).

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Odalisque

They’ve come to find you odalisque
As the light dies horribly
On a fire escape you walk
All rare and resolved to drop
And when they find you odalisque
They will rend you terribly
Stitch from stitch til all
Your linen and limbs will fall
Lazy lady had a baby girl
And a sweet sound it made
Raised on paradise, peanut shells and dirt
In the railroad cul-de-sac
And what do we with ten baby shoes
A kit bag full of marbles
And a broken billiard cue? what do we do?
Fifteen stitches will mend those britches right
And then rip them down again
Sapling switches will rend those rags alright
What a sweet sound it makes
And what do we do with ten dirty Jews
A thirty-ought full of rock salt
And a warm afternoon? what do we do?
Lay your belly under mine
You’re naked under me, under me
Such a filthy dimming shine
The way you kick and scream, kick and scream
And what do we do with ten baby shoes
A kit bag full of marbles
And a broken billiard cue?
What do we do?
Lazy lady had a baby girl, and a sweet sound it made

A-to-Z Challenge: Make You Better

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Notes:

  1.  I’m perpetually behind, wee!  It just wouldn’t be April if I wasn’t scrambling to catch up on at least one challenge.
  2. I have plans to be caught up enough to post “P” on Monday (which means the following Sunday will have me caught up entirely), but that means I’m going to have to do a bit of spamming either tonight or tomorrow.
  3.   I really need to invest in replacing my finer tipped pens and getting pencils better than my son’s Dollar Tree set.

Micron and colored pencil.

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Make You Better
I want you, thin fingers
I wanted you, thin fingernails
And when you bend backwards
I wanted you, I needed you
Oh-oh, to make me better
I’ll love you in springtime
I lost you when summer came
And when you pulled backwards
I wanted you, I needed to
Oh-oh, to make me better
Oh-oh, to make me better
But we’re not so starry-eyed anymore
Like the perfect paramour you were in your letters
And won’t it all just come around to make you
Let it all unbreak you to the day you met her
But it’d make you better
It’d make you better
I sung you, your twinges
I suffered you, your tattletales
And when you broke sideways
I wanted you, I needed you
Oh-oh, to make me better
Oh-oh, to make me better
But we’re not so starry-eyed anymore
Like the perfect paramour you were in your letters
And won’t it all just come around and make you
Let it all unbreak you to the day that you met her
And it’d make you better
Did it make you better?
Make you better
And all I wanted was a sliver to call mine
And all I wanted was a shimmer in your shine
To make me bright
‘Cause we’re not so starry-eyed anymore
Like the perfect paramour you were in your letters
Won’t it all just come around and make you
Let it all unbreak you to the days you met her
But it’d make you better
It’d make you better

A-to-Z Challenge: Last of the Real Ones

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Some light housekeeping:

As I mentioned, I had a massive “duh” moment and realized that I mistakenly thought I had weekends off on the A-to-Z Challenge, when really it was only Sundays, so I am already two days behind and am likely going to resign myself to being three days behind, because it’s 9 pm and I am exhausted.  So expect two entries tomorrow for A-to-Z, and then one a day (including Sundays) hopefully from now one.

With that done, I also want to mention with regards to these challenges, I’m not necessarily trying to illustrate the song.  I feel like I need to point that out.  These are using the songs as a base of inspiration, and I can’t always pinpoint why a particular song conjures a particular image, but there you go.

I couldn’t find a Decemberists song (that inspired me, at least) for the “L” challenge, so I went with Fall Out Boy’s “Last of the Real One.”  Micron and colored pencil.

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The Last of the Real Ones

I was just an only child of the universe
And then I found you
And then I found you
You are the sun and I am just the planets
Spinning around you
Spinning around you
You were too good to be true
Gold plated
But what’s inside you
But what’s inside you
I know this whole damn city thinks it needs you
But not as much as I do
As much as I do, yeah
‘Cause you’re the last of a dying breed
Write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
I’m here in search of your glory
There’s been a million before me
That ultra-kind of love
You never walk away from
You’re just the last of the real ones
You’re just the last of the real ones
You’re just the last of the real ones
(You’re just the last of the real ones)
You’re just the last of the real ones
(You’re just the last of the real ones)
You’re just the last of the real ones
I am a collapsing star with tunnel vision
But only for you
But only for you
My head is stripped just like a screw that’s been tightened too many times
When I think of you
When I think of you
I will shield you from the waves
If they find you
I will protect you
I will protect you
Just tell me, tell me, tell me, I
I am the only one
Even if it’s not true
Even if it’s not true, yeah
‘Cause you’re the last of a dying breed
Write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
I’m here in search of your glory
There’s been a million before me
That ultra-kind of love
You never walk away from
You’re just the last of the real ones
You’re just the last of the real ones
You’re just the last of the real ones
(You’re just the last of the real ones)
You’re just the last of the real ones
(You’re just the last of the real ones)
You’re just the last of the real ones
I’m here at the beginning of the end
Oh, the end of infinity with you
I’m here at the beginning of the end
Oh, the end of infinity with you
I’m done with having dreams
The thing that I believe
Oh, you drain all the fear from me
I’m done with having dreams
The thing that I believe
You drain the fear from me
‘Cause you’re the last of a dying breed
Write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
I’m here in search of your glory
There’s been a million before me
That ultra-kind of love
You never walk away from
You’re just the last of the real ones
You’re just the last of the real ones
You’re just the last of the real ones
(You’re just the last of the real ones)
You’re just the last of the real ones
(You’re just the last of the real ones)
You’re just the last of the real ones

Quarantine Brain (A-to-Z Challenge)

Here’s how my mental state has been:  I forgot that A-to-Z Challenge ran all month except Sundays.  I thought it was all month, except weekends.  So I am technically behind; I posted K today when I should be on M.

Which is not a problem, per se, because I can simply do an entry on the next two Sundays.  But I thought — ugh —  I’ve got to at least acknowledge my flub.

It’s been a long few weeks, everyone.

A-to-Z Challenge: Stuttering (Kiss Me Again)

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Look, I’m going to level with you all:  I’m hormonal, I have monstrous headache, I fell behind on chore and challenges, and a new OTP has eaten my brain, so today I wanted something quick, cute, and kinda goofy.

With this being said, a quick (like, fifteen minute) micron sketch.  (Also, I suck at facial hair, holy shit).

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Stuttering (Kiss Me Again)*

It’s been, it’s been, it’s been, it’s been
Su su su such a long time, long time, long time
Since anybody touched me, touched me, touched me
The way that you touch me

So if I stutter, stutter, stutter

Then I feel so so so unsexy
So maybe I’ll just keep my mouth shut
at least until you kiss me
So kiss me again
Cause only you can stop this st st st st stuttering
Kiss me again
And ease my su su su su su su su su su suffering
I know I know
It’s so it’s so sy sy sy sy sy symbolic of everything
Everything that’s wrong with me and you
So tell me what I’m supposed to do
Oh it’s been ages since we’ve been really honest
But I can make ch ch ch ch changes if you really want this
So kiss me again
Cause only you can stop this st st st st stuttering
Kiss me again
And ease my su su su su su su su su su suffering
Kiss me again
Cause only you can stop this st st st st stuttering
Kiss me again
And ease my su su su su su su su su su suffering


* This song came utterly unbidden into my head as I was folding clothes, for no apparent reason.  Haven;t thought about it in years.  Incidentally, it was my custom ringtone for my husband when we first started dating.

A-to-Z Challenge: January Hymn

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Two challenges this month may have been too much, even under quarantine, since the realities of parenting and household maintenance don’t stop because of a pandemic (and as established, I do still have some work responsibilities, which can eat up a surprising part of the day).

That being said, I am caught up on NaPoWriMo, I just need to post, and I have yesterday’s A-to-Z ready to go.  I haven’t done today’s yet (though I know what I’m doing) and I full-on skipped my “I” entry, to return to it on Saturday when I have spare time.  I got a little overly ambitious with what I wanted to try and was not in the mental or physical/environmental space to actually realize it.  So, this weekend, we hope.

For now, a return to some simple microns.

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January Hymn

On a winter’s Sunday I go
To clear away the snow
And green the ground below
April all an ocean away
Is this a better way to spend the day?
Keeping the winter at bay
What were the words I meant to say
Before you left
When I could see your breath lead
Where you were going to
Maybe I should just let it be
And maybe it will all come back to me
Seeing, oh, January, oh
How I lived a childhood in the snow
And all my teens in tow
Stuffed in strata of clothes
Hail the winter days after dark
Wandering the gray memorial park
A fleeting beating of hearts
What were the words I meant to say
Before she left
When I could see her breath lead
Where she was going to
Maybe I should just let it be
And maybe it will all come back to me
Seeing, oh, Janu…
Oh, January, oh