DAY TWO: Getting Down to Business

Why do I set my alarm for six am? If AA (Alcoholics Anonymous) is right and "insanity" is defined by doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result, then I'm f*cking bonkers.

Every night, it's the same thing.
Every morning, it's the same thing.

As I climb into bed, the overambitious and super positive version of myself goes to my cell phone (my alarm clock) and sets the alarm for six. I tell myself that tomorrow is a fresh new day and I can "treat myself" to a nice run in the bitter cold morning before I hunker down by 8 am and paint like a madman until at least 10 pm the next night. Never mind that its 1 am, leaving me only five hours to sleep and if we get down to the nitty-gritty, I don't even like to run. Needless to say, its not the biggest motivator to get me out of my warm bed when it's still dark outside. Not to mention, that I've apparently acquired the ability to turn off my cell phone without waking up. S

So this morning I ended up getting up at 9am. And kids, despite everything, it was a pretty productive day. I got to my canvas at about noon and started working on a painting that I haven't touched since before Christmas. I painted for five or six hours while listening to an audiobook called "The Paris Vendetta", which is written well enough to keep me amused while I am painting and poorly enough not to distract me with anything even closely resembling an plot.

I will call this painting "Painting Number One". It is a picture of a young boy, sleeping in a low lit room, and there are butterflies involved. I told my Mom about this particular idea for a painting, and she told me to "be careful because it might seem like you're trying to advertise sleeping pills." (What??)

I realize that to make this blog interesting (and believable) I'm probably going to have to post a lot of pictures of my work. Since I am not comfortable posting a picture of this particular painting that I am working on (mainly because it is completely crude and horrific at this point), I will instead introduce myself and my pseudo family.

First, Hello. I am Anna. This is me.

I know what you are thinking. "She looks so nice." Don't be fooled. I'm not as nice or as wholesome or as cute as I look in this picture. Just fair warning.

This is Tom. He lives with me, and cooks for me, and runs to the store to get coffee for me. No, I don't pay him, he does it for free.