Surprise! I feel that this sketch is definitely evocative of surprise, so that’s a win. I’ve got one more day of eyes (I think I’ll post the full sheet of eyes at that point), and then it’s on to noses. In the meanwhile, I’ve had about four false starts on another micron piece that I hope to begin in earnest tonight, even if it’s just the roughest blocking out of shapes, and then on Friday night/Saturday, I hope to break out my new acrylics and my new brushes for the first time.
I finished White Fragility today, eleven hours before my digital loan expired (down to the wire!), making that Book Number Three for 2020 thus far, which is, hmm, three times as many as I read all last year. Yes, shamefully, I only read one book in all of 2019, and even that was only to encourage a student who had been assigned to read that book for class. It wasn’t for lack of interest, I just couldn’t seem to allocate time for reading in my schedule. I’ve resolved to make it more of a priority in 2020.
My husband, himself a voracious reader, issued himself a challenge last year. As someone who reads primarily speculative fiction, he resolved to not read any books written by cishet white men in 2019 (with the exception of new books released in series he was already currently reading). As a result, he’s acquired a fair collection of speculative fiction by people of color, women, and queer/trans authors, and upon his urging (and that of several other friends), I’ll be starting in on N.K. Jemisin’s The Broken Earth trilogy. I actually attended a few panels with Jemisin when she was a Guest of Honor at Arisia several years ago, and although I haven’t read any of her work yet, I remember enjoying a lot of what she had to say about the process and craft of writing, so I look forward to starting the books.
Side thought: Sometimes I get a terrible case of choice paralysis when it comes to books. I feel like, part of me wants to be at the literary zeitgeist, reading all the most current, critically acclaimed novels (either literary award winners or popular, NYT-bestsellers, take your pick at any given moment); sometimes I want to read all the books deemed “classics” in their respective genres; sometimes I want to latch onto one author and read them extensively. I just feel overwhelmed. I want to read things that are relevant (i.e., current or popular), but I know a book doesn’t lose it’s merit simply by being older; I want to read the classics, but I’m never sure where to start (or whose definition to take into consideration regarding what makes a classic); when I find an author whose voice I love, I want to explore them deeply, but I do tend to fall into repetitive ruts, and I’m always wanting to expand my repertoire. You’d think the vastness of the book choices available to me would be exciting — and I mean, it is — but I also feel like I’m drowning in options. And realistically,no matter how I chose to proceed, I’ll never be able to read all the books that I want. That’s it’s own kind of tragedy, right there.
Anyway. All this to say, I’m reading again. And I’ve enjoyed what I’ve read so far, and I hope to discover some wonderful books and authors in 2020. And feel free to leave me book recs whenever! I’m trying to remain open to literally anything, so go bonkers.
Work has been draining as all get out, and it’s only Tuesday. I am incredibly lucky to have and wonderful support system of coworkers I genuinely like and appreciate, but I will still be happy to put this one behind me when the weekend gets here.
Tomorrow is Wednesday! Up and over the hump. I got you.