Grateful for a beautiful day of writing.
Took a lot of leaps today. Felt like I landed most of them. Lots of goodies in store for you today.
Anyway, no sense in me rambling on about it — here you go. It’s free. Like always. Until it isn’t. Kind of thing.
There was also something new I discovered while writing with my left hand — I have the lighting in the room beaming down like you would above a workbench, as I wish to see my hand clearly and guide it as best as I can, because it’s very damn hard, I feel resistance a lot of the time, and then I remind myself to ease up, and it usually flows from there. Sharpening also changes the consistency of the print. All of these things are things that can be ironed out in time, the fact of the matter is — I’m writing with my non-dominant hand.
However more curious, is that when I write with this lighting set the way it is, it almost looks like my left hand is puppeteering faces. I will record some of it soon so you may judge for yourself. This is just a bit of the eerie element, that I quickly replace with a feeling of wonderment. As magic is really happening because I finally decided to surrender to it. There’s something to be said about it. It’s summed up into one word: Freedom.