My hubby and I decided to start a D&D campaign based in Cyrodiil; the land in Oblivion (my favorite game) We didn't have much to do together so we decided a one-on-one game was the best course of action. We spent hours coming up with our characters and our back stories. I created an Orc named Ugasha who is a spoiled brat. I drew her and designed the dress she is wearing. I'm looking forward to playing her character and watching her grow in this campaign.

I finally did something bigger than practice runs. I admit that tracing was done, but the detailing and ink shading was all by my hand. First the characters (Calvin, Hobbes, and Cutter) were drawn and shaded on separate paper then cut out. Next, I took a different paper and splashed Black Sumi ink on it as a background design. Went a little nutty on it. Next, I used a glue stick to attach them all together. Now it looks like a cool group portrait.

I am still trying to get myself back into the art world. Since yesterday, I've only been doing small projects as a form of practice. Today I limited myself once again. I only allowed myself to use a blue colored pencil and to only remove my hand from the paper when my hand hurt. In other words, all are connected including my signature and symbols. It'll be hard to see in some parts because I colored in the background, but there are clear signs of connection. I see it as a weaker project than yesterday's, but I went with my gut regardless.

After a long break from art, I broke out the easel and let my mind and hands run wild. No thought process or plan whatsoever. I'm quite rusty, but the final result certainly isn't bad.

My heart has spoken last night.


For as long as I can remember, I've always had very strong feelings for Roger Waters from Pink Floyd. So much so, that I wouldn't think twice about it.

He has appeared in my dreams only twice in my life. First time he visited, we were standing in line together. I jumped in his arms the second I realized who he is. I felt his gray hair in my face. I smelled his scent. I thanked him for his wonderful gift as my heart swelled with love. I awoke in tears realizing it wasn't real.

Last night was another visit. But this one was different. I was in Hell surrounded by demons and Roger was Satan. I didn't see horns, red skin, hooves, and a tail though. I still saw Roger himself. I still saw his flowing. gray hair. I still smelled the same scent. I leaped into his arms and my heart bloomed like a red rose. He would try to reject me, but I refused to let him go. I knew who he really was and I loved him all the same. I didn't see what they saw.

I don't know what this meant or if there is a meaning to this dream at all. But to me, it meant that no matter which form he takes, I will always love him.