Work is a funny word. I was remembering a song from a songbook I played out of as a kid. A familiar song:Workin’ on the Railroad. But the words were written something like “I be wukkin’ on da railroad, all da live long day.” The illustrations were of black laborers working on the railroad. If that would be considered racially insensitive or exploitative todsy then I give myself credit for finding it questionable when I saw it in the 6th or 7th grade. It is not much of an exaggeration to say that I never saw any black people while growing up in Tampa, but even that sort of sheltered life did not stop me from recognizing that black people probably do not talk lie that. Wukkin’.
Finally tapping the resourxces of Creative Suite, which I get on the cloud subscription deal. Staring face first at the reality of how much raw content I’ve accumulated but done little with.
I slept like a maniac last night. Thrashing and writhing, I woke up at nearly a 45-degree angle, which I don’t think has happened before. I felt close to normal, which has been a goal of mine since Friday.
I drew circles for about an hour, then tried again to do the intro lessons in drawing cartoon characters. I will never amount to anything in this pursuit but it could supplement other things. Other content things. I’ll stop it altogether if it seems to be a waste of time.
