After a week traveling across the state, a return to a 14 hour day, a return to an hour of aerobics after a two-week sitting stint, phone calls, students, distractions at the B&B, dinner after 8:30 PM, my watercolor practice was so pitiful and interrupted, that I finally succombed to my constant enemy -- TIME. By 9:30 I was bleary-eyed, frustrated and irritable -- and called it quits for the night.
I left the kitchen table (site of the only high-wattage lighting), got into PJs, slid under a warm, electric blanket, and sans contact lenses, sketched my enemy.
I'm going to have to find a way to practice newly acquired 'watercolor aha moments' so I don't lose momentum (or memory!! LOL) in a way that also permits all the intense obligations of this away from home worklife. I didn't find it yesterday.