Effa, a picture book biography I'm illustrating for HarperCollins, is progressing well. I've completed sketches on four spreads and plan to finish all by the end of this month or middle of next. I had been worried about this book. A jumbled schedule on Duke last summer really threw things off. In addition, a slowdown in freelance work (income) over the summer forced me to take any little project that came along in the fall. I had a LOT of little, low-paying projects, so now I'm way, way, way behind. But I'm getting back on track.
Back to the gym!
Believe it or not, my favorite place in the world is not at my drawing board. It's at the gym. I'm an artist, yes, but I'm a gym-rat at heart. I love the smell of sweaty fake leather, the rhythmic buzz of cardio machines, the clank-clank-clank of weights being dropped. My new gym has none of these things, though. It's incredibly clean and has rules against weight-dropping. But at $10 per month, I can't complain.
Other than running, it's been more than four months since I've worked out. Sometime during the last few years, I dislocated both my shoulders, which resulted in tears to my labrums (ligaments in the armpits). This normally happens to baseball pitchers or auto accident victims. I'm neither. The problem was revealed in an MRI, and my doctor said that if they didn't heal, I'd have to have them fixed surgically. Ouch.
Yesterday's workout went just fine, and muscle memory was in order. My guns and glutes were — like — boom!
Now it's back to Effa.