JOURNALS

Saturday blues, or should I say, Saturday Grays? Pondering the mysteries of The Sea Howls from the West with the foggy atmosphere outside getting my creative juices flowing. I found myself engrossed in thoughts of graphite and carbon copy sheets like a detective unraveling a plot, thinking of the aesthetics they might bring to my pen plotting projects. Though the allure of tidying things up won me over in the end.

Gently nudging myself towards productivity, the day offered a balance between creativity and practicality. I enjoyed the slight festive shake-up while taking down a few Christmas decorations here and there. There’s something quite refreshing about making way for more space and order - almost brings a new kind of joy to the winter cleanup ritual. Plus, it somewhat prepared me for the bigger task of sorting out the downstairs room.

My mood was lifted slightly when I delved into my email and obsidian notes. Boring, you say? But there’s this strange satisfaction in knowing I’ve chipped away at what might have felt like an Everest of digital clutter. Though not completely done, progress is progress.

I let myself relax a bit more by hopping back into Diablo 4. A good old “bash monsters and collect loot” session always brings its simple pleasures. Racing through it without much thought, it’s just the kind of mindless fun sometimes needed amidst everything else. I often surprise myself how such things can be a real stress buster.

Today, I’m grateful for the little things: having a place to organise, a comfy sofa to sink into, and extra storage space creating room for what really matters—or at least making the living room a little less like a whirlwind hit it. Adding a cupboard in there means I’m not dragging half the studio home, only to trip over it later.

Reflecting on it all as I wind down for the evening, with gratitude, a bit of chuckle, and some grey musings—it’s been a typical, yet productive Saturday. Cooler heads prevail, or in this case, a foggy-headed artist.