Multiples of eleven are the numbers that I find to be most relaxing, consistently so, and it is for this reason that I'm inordinately pleased about the number above. Meanwhile, I struggle to believe that I've written seventy-seven of these things? How strange, how ordinary.
Let us begin, for this one is short (and if you're in the Northern Hemisphere, then spring is undoubtedly waiting for you to return to it).
WORK-RELATED NEWS:
The manuscript for my next book has now been sent off to the copyeditor, who points out where any small discrepancies are, and who also has the delightful task of changing all of my British English punctuation to the American way of things. I have an irrational fear of overly short sentences, so there isn't as much as there might otherwise have been, but I just know that they will despise me after several hundred pieces of punctuation, maybe after only half of the inverted commas. Sorry, copyeditor.
Meanwhile, I'm illustrating my arms off. With all of the artwork needing to be done by the end of this month (a self-inflicted but necessary deadline), I have adopted a somewhat reclusive approach to life as I know it—time has slowed down, I talk in hushed tones to the house plants, and somehow still manage to lose my most-favoured of paintbrushes without even getting up from the desk.
I exaggerate (slightly). Pictured: one of those particularly blue days.
THIS WEEK I FELL IN LOVE WITH:
Photographs taken by Herbert Ponting during Captain Robert Falcon Scott's 1911 expedition to Antarctica. Which led me to this interesting new piece of science news.
The end.
I'm stuck thinking about a biting sentence, one that I read the other day, read amongst other things. This sentence was effectively saying that you couldn't ask someone to listen to you unless they were already doing so, unless they were already listening to you. Whether you think this is the case or not, the question remains: for how long do you speak if you know that you're not actually being heard? I wonder, and wonder some more, and now I will return to the drawing of 2,600,000,000 heartbeats.
Farewell, see you next sometime.
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