And for those of you who showed up on my blog today looking for something sweet and enlightening, my apologies for the uncouth beastie and the steaming pile. I'm sure that's not what you were expecting this lovely Easter weekend. But you know as well as I do that peeves have no manners or boundaries, and even when kept as pets they are rarely housebroken. That's just how it is.
Here's a pet-peeve I was reminded of today: Being left-handed while creating pencil-drawings. Many of you know exactly what I'm talking about.
And here's a pet-peeve I have about myself: When faced with a slightly overwhelming work-schedule, unanswered messages, multiple social and family obligations, clients who need final art, sketches, and/or revisions, deadlines to meet, bills to pay...what do I do? I hole up for a couple hours drawing a silly cartoon about keeping peeves as pets. This is not what I should be spending time doing today. But I did it anyway.
But the work will get done, at some weird hour this evening. The social obligations will be met, mostly. The deadlines will be met, miraculously. The bills will be paid. But it would all happen much more smoothly had I focused on those things before drawing a cartoon. But I can't help it, or change it now. It's just a little pet-peeve I have about the way I do things.
Hoping all your peeves are running free on a farm, far, far away right now.