day in the life – Tessera Guild

Warning!

This blog post may disturb you or in the very least make you question the author’s sanity.

On any given day there are a multitude of random thoughts and questions that pass through my mind. This is but a glimpse.

Is that a hawk or a vulture? Vulture.

I want one of those for the studio.

I NEED that for my studio.

What would people think if I started collecting roadkill?

Coffee. Coffee. Coffee.

Ugh, this painting sucks.

I need to draw more skulls.

Not roadkill–found under my bushes.

I should paint a skull.

I need to find more bones.

Will I ever find a shed antler?

Tea. Tea. Tea.

This painting isn’t looking so bad now.

I really want to find a crow feather.

I love this painting. I bet everyone will hate it.

Should I cover my gray hair? Who cares!

Is this a coyote track?

I wish I could take this mini skeleton home with me.

3 ft. Skeleton seen in my Rhuematologist’s Office

I should organize my _____ .

I love this paper. I need to buy it all.

I wish I could back this Kickstarter.

I wish I could attend _____ convention.

I should save this small scrap of paper. I might use it for something.

I should save ______, I might use it for something.

These aren’t the only things that cross my mind, but they are some of the most reoccurring thoughts I have. I have folders on my computer filled with photos of bones. Not long ago I was keeping some bones in my jewelry box. Okay. I’m going to go refill my coffee now.

My fellow guild mates thought a look into my typical day would make for an interesting blog post. Maybe. I wasn’t convinced. What if I put you all to sleep with my boring life? So I decided to spice things up, just a bit.

06:00 – I’m not a morning person. My alarm clock, a.k.a. my iPhone, sounds like an alarm you might hear if a nuclear reactor was in danger of meltdown. It’s the only digital alarm capable of wrenching me out of my slumber into the land of the living, but even then I’m not a happy camper.

By this time cats are already at the door in danger of becoming feral if I don’t heed their need for sustenance. Since adopting Drusilla I’ve had to shut my door at night if I want sleep. If I leave it open she pesters me almost nonstop. Her favorite ways to pester include, pawing my face, biting my nose, biting my toes, and burrowing under the blankets to attack my legs. Since she and Hunter have become best friends I don’t feel bad shutting her out and she doesn’t seem to hold it against me (she follows me everywhere).

06:10 – Coffee is the only thing on my mind. The cats have been fed. The dog has been fed and put outside. Now is Coffee Time – Phase 1. I love coffee and I drink a ton of it, but I wouldn’t say I’m addicted. My coffee intake during Dragon Con was almost nonexistent and I functioned just as as well. On a typical day I drink my coffee out of a large travel mug and I drink 2-4 of those. I like to leisurely drink it throughout the morning, oftentimes when I’m painting or writing blog posts. During Phase 1 I usually check my emails and read the news headlines.

06:53 – Coffee Time Phase 1 ends. I go downstairs at this point to make lunch for both my daughter and my mother. Yes. I make my mother’s lunch. I’m a good daughter. But I’ll be honest, it’s not my favorite task of the day especially before I’ve had my full caffeine intake.

07:45 By now my daughter is on her way to school and my mother has left for her job. I’m still in my pajamas, drinking coffee (Coffee Time Phase 2), and updating various social media sites. It’s a necessary evil but nonetheless draining.