Blaaaah.

[oloriel]

The Flixster is sleeping.

I should be painting.

Well, I should be doing a lot of things. But on the recreational front, one of them is painting. Either Easter eggs (to give to various family members in a week's time), for obvious reasons, or the Prophecy of the North painting I started.

But I don't wanna. I've finished all the broad background work, now I have to tackle the finicky detail stuff, and I'm apparently not in the right mode for that. (Who knew I had different painting modes? Well, I found out that I do. I'm still in "some rough brushstrokes make a sea and wet-in-wet stick figures make a distant crowd" mode, and this is absolutely incompatible with faces and clothing and stuff. Don't know how to get myself into "finicky detail work" mode. Ruined Finarfin's face already. Blaaaaah.)

I think I'd like to do some gardening, but even if it weren't beginning to get dark-ish, there's still snow everywhere, so that's not a feasible option.
Of course, I could also work on some of my story WiPs, either fannish or original, but we're 21 days into B2MeM - I need a break.

All I seem to be able to do right now is read some senseless snippets or brief LJ entries and comments and stuff. Or chat maybe. I can't focus on anything longer. (This may actually have to do with being unable to focus on the process of painting the foreground figures? IDK.) I'm in a tumblr state of mind, it seems. But all my usual sources of senseless and/or brief snippets of information, entertainment or communications appear to be dried up just now.
Typical.

Whine, whine.

I hate it when I don't seem to be able to do anything useful (or even useless) with myself. Maaan, I'm almost 30. I really should have learned to pull myself together by now, no?

Apparently not.
Blaaaah.

Still not Spring.