Just when you think life is getting routine, something busts it up.
Our dog, Cody, asked to go out on the back porch today and we figured it was to soak up some rays. He loves the sun so much we joke about him being solar powered.
But Cody doesn’t walk around sniffing all over the back porch. For about 10 minutes straight.
Curious we went out and peered down figuring it was a bunny under there, we tried to see anything underneath, but couldn’t. Thank goodness we didn’t jump or make loud noises, because apparently we have a skunk at home down there.
Of course I decided it was a perfect chance to sketch one:
The only question I have is, how do we get rid of it?
I’m frankly a learning nut and love what I can discover and do online, but so often it takes over what I’m actually supposed to be doing. Which is why I’m now trying to consider a timer my best friend. I just can’t look at it. Then I feel the moments slipping away.
It didn’t feel like that as a kid. Time stretched out in front of me, and it felt like I had endless amounts of time to play or read, with an occasional movie. It was special for me to imagine and create worlds and stories, but I find the more I look at other stories — the more I’m inspired — but for some reason I take less time to write and create what my imagination comes up with.
I think that’s why this video by Random House that I found over at Alicia Padron’s blog connected with me.
It’s not just kids that need the reminder to unplug and play. How many times do I chill out in the evening over just one Youtube video — sorry that’s not even possible. Youtube videos are worse then potato chips.
How often? Way to much.
I think I need to go back to scheduling computer time instead of doing it all the time. That way I can have more time to imagine, which is why I love being a writer anyway.
Goal… find consistent time to unplug and imagine!
How do you find time to play/dream/imagine? Do you schedule it or work it in whenever you have a chance?
Hi, everyone! Don’t have much more time then for a brief sketch. And the picture that inspired the brave, Lieutenant Gret. With a wave of his super feather finger he moves armies to do his bidding. (you simply must read that in an impressive voice)
He’s based on this cool picture I found of an egret – hence his highly imaginative name I might add!
In every story about me people seem to leave some things out – important stuff. You’d think since I’m such a well known character they wouldn’t, but there you’d be mistaken.
5 Things that weren’t in the story.
1. My name is not exactly Red. My name is Poppy. Yes, Poppy means red, but writers didn’t think Poppy Riding Hood had the same ring. I don’t think so – Poppy Riding Hood… sounds quite nice.
My grandmother wasn’t sick. She loves to say, “I’ve never been sick a day in my life!”. And scary thing is she’s right.
If she wasn’t sick what happened? Come closer, that’s right get you ear against the screen. She twisted her ankle chasing a rabbit. They’d been getting into her garden and chasing one she missed one of it’s holes and wrenched her foot something awful. Grandmother isn’t one to sit still so I was sent to make sure her foot stood up.
The wolf never swallowed me. That would just be disgusting. (People believed it?) But he was about to turn us into a nice dinner over the fire.
This is what I really look like:
Hope you enjoyed this post. This sketch of Red Poppy Hood was done digitally on my new tablet. Still getting used to everything, but I had fun making up this post. What do you think?