Damn, I'm tired . . .

It's been a long week.

Lots of stuff going on at work--I can't talk about it, and you wouldn't care to read it if I did, but it's keeping all of us hopping. It is fairly stressful, though. By the time I get home I'm pretty much done in. It's hard to find the energy to do anything else, like write or anything.

Though I have managed to get some writing done. I had an idea for a short story--which hasn't happened to me in quite some time--and took a stab at it a few days ago. I didn't like the result. I'm going to think it over and give it another go in a while. It's a good idea. Problem is, it's about an issue that is near and dear to my heart and it's incredibly hard not to get too preachy. The ending drives home the point quite well--I don't think it'll need any further embellishment. But once I get started on it, my emotions take over and it becomes a bit too venomous.

Basically it's about greed, and how the number of people who just can't seem to have enough seems to be growing larger. Look around--you've got individuals in this world who have more money that several industrialized nations, and they just keep wanting more--and they'll sacrifice anything, go to any length, to get it. How much is enough? At what point can you look at your bank balance and say, "Well, I think I have all the money I need now."

Okay, climbing down from my soapbox now.

Been doing a little painting today, too, using a picture I took a couple of weeks ago of a glass sitting on a tablecloth as a model. It looks pretty amateurish, but I think I managed to make the glass look convincing. What I'm saying is, you can still see the background through the glass but it looks like you're looking at it through a glass. Which was kind of the whole point of the exercise. Glass is hard to capture and that, at least, I think turned out okay.

Tomorrow I'm going to take a picture of some lovely flowers I found nearby, to use as a model for another painting. It also looks like the magnolia tree behind my apartment is about to bloom--I'll be getting pictures of those, too.

I'm also planning on going to see The Great Gatsby tomorrow morning. Of course, I may decide I don't feel like it, but I really want to see it--for a while, a few years ago, that book was an obsession with me. Don't ask me why. So, with luck, I'll catch a matinee.

And happy Mother's Day, for al the mothers reading this!