What an asshole of a month. A month of mystery. And fog. And snow. And reading Crescent City and playing video games and sleeping a lot. And editing a lot.
And now, March.
I'm turning thirty. Is anyone ever ready for that? I'm kind of vibing with it, though.
Meanwhile I wanted to blog so much more during February. I wanted to read more, write more, and DO more than I did. So with the one last day we have left, I'm doing as much as I can. Which means I'm going to post what I want, make what I want, and cram as much creative productivity into the last day as I can.
Because even though I have time to do this all in March and I'm not rushing any of it, I still wanted to have more more in February, you know?
And if you don't, I don't know how you don't. The shortest month really outdid itself this year. Here and gone in a blink!
Anyways, I've got music to make, and a sketchbook spread to do, and some books to edit, and some self-pub admin tasks to finish with, and it's all so overwhelming, but probably only because I put it all off until the last minute.
