What a difference a day makes.
I have a bootcamp gig lined up with one of the Sacramento derby leagues.
I have a union job starting the week after the bootcamp.
I'm starting to skate again.
I'm actually enjoying going to the Santa Monica stairs and exercising. I'm only up to five rounds, though. At my peak I could do almost ten. Jeez!
The Get the Fatass Cat Back On His Damn Diabetic Food Project is beginning to progress in a positive direction, too.
I'm sure something will come along to screw all of this up. Ah, that's just the optimism talking!
Actually, the darkest aspect of my life is the continued lameness of LA City Council and the future of the Derby Dolls. We still don't have a date nailed down for a May bout because we don't know if the city will allow us to have a bout at all. Still.
Here's the Illustrator Monkey as a WIP. Something else needs to be done to his fur, but I don't know what. I like how his hands turned out. I'm still deciding what to do with the background. This "being an artist" thing isn't as easy as I'd hoped.