Yeah. The artist I've been emailing reminders too ... emailed me back. She's still interested in my project and promised to have something to me by next week-end.
Seems she's in college and taking 19 hours. For some reason, she thinks that supposed to keep her busy? I'm amazed she's even considering my project ... which is now up to three pictures for my Half-Elven website.
Reminded me of my first couple semesters in college when I was still hanging around the literary magazine crowd. [I was working full time and carrying 18 hours so I could get out of the place as soon as possible.] ... Yeah, I was writing at the time though not publishing.
What was this fantasy writer writing? I'm almost ashamed to say I was imitating what the literati were writing. Only vaguely remember one piece. An old man dying, remembering his long-lost unrequited love, breathing in time to the neon sign across the street from his basement apartment. Why do I remember that? ... Well, shortly after, I decided the whole group was inane and gave them up for partying in San Francisco.
Life offers more than one reason to sigh with relief.
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