The resistant force was strong, in this one, today...
I had to set a timer on 22 minutes, my favorite number, to be able to dive into my book writing, once again.
It seemed to be the only way...
I also put on some music ( to relax and tune out a neighbor's lawnmower sounds ), I draped a sleeping bag over my 40 year old young lap and made sure I had a hot cup of tea nearby. It's this kind of weather, especially in a ( typical Portugese ) house without heating.
Let me be clear here, I have a wood burner, but I only use it a couple of hours at night.
In fact, I got the fire going just now, hours after I started writing today's post, as I didn't manage to write this in one sitting.
Although I managed to spend half an hour or so writing, or mainly rewriting and refreshing my memory story wise, I also discovered that the latest version that I thought I had of my book - Hypersensitivosaurus and Cold Turkey - seems to have disappeared from the online editor - Reedsy - that I used in the last half year or so.
I don't know how this happened, but suffice to say that my latest draft is far from what I remember it to be. Which made me go back to editing in my old-fashioned OpenOffice / Word editor, where I had saved a version of Hypersensitivosaurus and Cold Turkey that seems to be a lot more recent.
It's kind of a shame though that it doesn't seem to be the edit where I inserted most of the illustrations for my book too, layout and all.
My wood burner fire is ablaze now, as you can see from the artistic close up of its fireproof window, shown above.
If it would be a dino, the beast would be the dragon kind of type, spitting fire, so much is sure.
And, as you might have guessed, by now, this inspired the art that attracted you to this post in the fireplace first place.
It started out as this sketchie:
I fingerpainted it with acrylic paint ( fingerpainting because I'm a rebel ) and did some digital retouching to make the fire look more awesome.
I gave the fellow ( Hypersensitivosaurus in dragon mode ) his trademark baseball cap to make him look less scary.
Fun fact: I'm wearing a green baseball cap most of the days, outdoors, to protect my sensitive nose and eyes from the Portuguese sunshine.
And to get back to my book writing. Discovering, today, that I seem to have lost my final draft of Hypersenitivosaurus and Cold Turkey didn't disappoint me. Things like this hardly shake me up, these days.
In fact, I'll take it as a sign. A sign that I should focus on my writing a little more ( daily, if possible ), to make sure this won't happen again.
Which is a good thing, as it will make sure that I finish my book sooner rather than later.
TO BE CONVINUED...