flowers, not dying
I added several pages on All Flowers Must Live today, perking up a little sagging plot twist today. I am profoundly surprised at how easy it is to write comixes when I definitely don’t have enough in me to write something even a bit more substantial. The short dialogues and sketchy description is what I’m good at (that probably means I’m not very good at writing… but oh well, I’ll let that pass).
Anyhow, the story is gaining some eerie, sad and tortured shape that I like very much. And besides, a short writing session before a loooong day at work (long not as “boring” but as “overworked”) is better than coffee in regard of self-assurance and well-being.
(Also, my English is slipping gently away, eluding me eternally; and it seems that the same thing happens to my Latvian. That, too, can be remedied by having a weekend off.)
