Oy, I am so disappointed that I wasn’t able to participate in Illustration Friday this week. I had every intention of submitting something, but the days just kept flying by in a mess of fevered delirium, missing dog searches, and…well, more fevered delirium.
And then there was the Tylenol PM incident.
When I finally decided on an idea for my illustration, I started writing a little story to go along with it. And, it was actually a pretty good story. Unfortunately, my writing was interrupted by the onset of a near-deafening crackling sound in my right ear. It seems that the plague I have recently contracted has decided to manifest itself as my first-ever ear infection. And so, I grudgingly dragged my pathetic self to the doctor in hopes of quieting the fiery demon who has taken up residence in my middle ear.
Two hours and a prescription for Amoxicillin later, I was back home and settling in to my studio all ready to get to work on my illustration. The pain in my ear still plaguing me and my bedtime only an hour away, I decided to pop a couple of Tylenol PMs before getting to work.
Yeah, I’m sure you can see where this is going.
When I look back on this week, most of it is a blur – mostly because I have spent a good portion of it in a fever-induced haze. There are several things that I know I must have done, but I absolutely cannot remember doing. Last night’s foray into art is one of them. I started out okay – sketching a few ideas, playing around with watercolor pencils, etc. Then, I started getting sleepy and things took a bad turn. At one point, I thought it would be a good idea to try mixing some gouache and ended up with something that was strikingly similar to Pepto Bismol both in color and consistency. I then spilled some funky old paint water all over. I also may or may not have fallen asleep with my head on a still-wet watercolor blob…I really don’t know for sure. I can’t remember.
Eventually, I must have realized that creating anything even remotely recognizable was far outside of my realm of capability and I lurched my way to bed like a semi-conscious zombie. And so, for this week, I’ve got nothing. Bah.
Also, my Friday Favorites post will probably be late, as I haven’t even made it through all of this week’s submissions, let alone narrowed my favorites down to fifteen and the monster in my ear seems to be stirring again.