Meet 
the pug, in ink-dot glory.
This is my summer masterpiece, my effort to fight the constant upflow of “work run drive work some more drive some more” currents in my life. Taking a .18mm technical pen and drawing my dog one dot at a time has been one of the most rewarding accomplishments of my summer.
It’s also an excellent way to force myself to slow down, breathe and think about absolutely nothing but where I’m going to put the next dot.
I can’t wait to start another one, just as soon as I find the right subject. It’s that inspiration thing — or lack of it. The past month has left me uninspired and listless — too many details are falling through the cracks while I put out the fires, and the fires are like the monster that never dies in the horror movie — they keep rising from the ashes after I think they’re out.
The problem is, I don’t do “overwhelmed” well. It makes me bitchy and nasty (some might argue that I’m bitchy and nasty ALL the time, but I don’t think so) and sends me into procrastination mode which completes the vicious ADHD circle of doing everything on a deadline.
Inking forces attention to details. Unfortunately I still haven’t figured out how to transfer that attention to the work/life/home things that most people handle without blinking. Maybe, maybe doing more of this will teach me something.
