I find myself living in a state of structured chaos. Almost each day is packed with writing, editing, critiquing, illustration, sewing, gardening...and, of course, daily responsibilities such as making sure that the house is at least somewhat presentable,and that the meals are cooked.
The other day I sat down and tried to devote myself to a solid hour of drawing. I started out very well. I made sure that I had all of the paper, pencils and other necessities that I would want. I put writing implement to blank sheet and began to sketch. Within ten minutes, my little canine boy Keani jumped onto the couch. Of course he wasn't satisfied with simply keeping me company by curling on one end. No, he pushed his head under my arm, walked on my lap, tugged and wrestled with the strings on my pants.
But how can I resist a face that turns me into butter every time? No matter how bratty he's being, or what mischief he's been up to. What's a doggy mom to do?
