I haven't submitted a piece here in a year maybe... I've been doing little projects around the house, but no drawings. I do have a sketch of David Tennant sitting on my drawing table, but I'm not sure when it will get finished. I can only work for a few minutes at a time before my hands hurt too badly. And if I draw a lot in one day, or do anything repetitive with my hands, they will be in agony the next day. I hate RA. I hate that it is taking something I love so much from me like this. Every time I walk by the room I look at that sketch. Every once in awhile I pick it up and draw a little. But it's such slow, depressing progress. I keep telling myself that it will get done eventually and I am thankful I can still draw at all. But it's not really much consolation.
My husband invested in a piano a while back. It took us 14 years to finally get one. And now I've found I can't play anymore. It all sucks. I'm not looking for sympathy, I know people usually just glance at journals anyway. I'm just venting. And I suppose explaining why I seem to have disappeared. I am still hovering around. Keeping an eye on what people are doing.