Ink

My uncle introduced me to tattoos when I was a child simply by having them on his forearms. I believe he has one on each forearm and one on each bicep, but I only remember the tiger. It crawled toward his wrist, from what I recall, and he must have got it when he was young because it faded well with age.

I liked them. I didn’t know explicitly that I would get one until I was older but get one I did, shortly before my son was born. It’s on the top of my back and usually hidden by my clothes. People are surprised when they see it, and the first comment is usually along the lines of, “I didn’t know you had a tattoo,” followed up with, “Can I see it?” because it’s only peeking out the top of my shirt.

Recently I got another. This one will be much more visible as it’s positioned on the inside of my wrist, and I’m not in the habit of wearing long sleeves. It will be clear to many people why I got it when they see it, and I’m thrilled with what my artist whipped up from what I told her I wanted.

It itches right now, having entered the scabby/flaky stage. I’m thrilled for this, and the art is healing well. My first tattoo suffered from my not being able to see it, and not wanting to ask for help with its aftercare, but this one will not. This one, I’m pleased to say, I have not yet picked or fussed with except for adding perhaps a tad more ointment than I was instructed.

There’s another itch, though, too. Almost before the redness had faded and the swelling had gone down, I began to want another. The same arm, unfortunately, which will create a slightly unbalanced distribution of art, and almost certainly likely to create a need to add to the other arm, and then full sleeves before you know it. (I’m only joking about the timeline, so you know.)

And so that’s where I am. Itching, healing, admiring, and so happy with my new ink.

Fully healed and stuffed

When the word counts are low

I have a writer friend who also blogs (and is much better about not killing old posts than I am), Erin.  She’s got me thinking about something completely not writing related, photography.

I’ve always thought the 365 day photo challenge would be amazingly fun to complete. I had a wonderful app for it at one point that would display all the photos in a lovely calendar grid, and so far I haven’t found a replacement that is nearly as visually appealing.

But I have a blog. So who knows, I may give that challenge a shot this year. It will probably help if I give a subject to the photos I take, like a year of cats, books, selfies (*shudder*), or the like. We’ll see how that goes. Writing, naturally, needs to be the priority.

Speaking of written words, yesterday I had 94 blog words and 533 fiction words. Today I have already surpassed yesterday’s word total, nearly all of it with my fiction. This is pleasing to me. It’s not where I want to be, but I currently have an eight-day streak of fiction writing, and I will not belittle that simply because I wish to be further ahead!

In other news, today I’ll be picking up a dresser where I can start storing craft things instead of in the tubs they currently reside in. I’m kind of excited to get things sorted and into place. We’ve lived in our current home for many years, but I haven’t ever taken the time to do decorating things because I always thought about the items I thought must be completed first. Well, the fact is, those things aren’t things I can do right now. But sorting, trashing, donating, and setting up art dressers are. So I’ll do what I can, and worry about the rest when the time comes. Whenever that will be.

Happy Sunday, everyone!