A Me day

Carrying out my own weird and largely inefficient form of multi-tasking today. Involves starting activities in various parts of the house and then moving between them, never quite finishing one before moving off to complete another segment of the next. Right now I am cooking dinner (pans washed, sweet potato cut, recipe outline sketched in head ) painting a picture background of certain sections finished and waiting to dry), blogging (right here, right now) and cleaning the house (hoovered two rooms, fixed drip in shower, wiped window sills). Also managed to carry on obscure conversations by phone to both mums, mine and Stu's, which revolved around whether there are caves in Edinburgh, the ineptitude of mum's new vicar, weather (no-brainer), need or lack of shopping, traffic on Dartmoor, cats and their behaviour... all pretty important stuff.

I was supposed to be going to Glasgow today for the 'return to the Mitchell' to collect my unselected paintings for the RGI show. However, this is not entirely correct, as I luckily discovered before I drove to Glasgow; yesterday, I was supposed to be picking up unselected paintings from the Mitchell... Slightly stupid on behalf of the RGI, it has to be said, to inform submitters of this change on the rejection slips - I mean, I'm sure I'm not the only one who didn't read any further than "I am sorry, but....not selected...yada yada..". So.. have to go back next week to retrieve my paintings in my own special slot for those who failed to read the correct information; looking on the bright side, at least they might remember my name next time. In fact, it makes not a blind bit of difference to me and meant that an unscheduled day off was suddenly and tantalisingly at my disposal - hence the mad multi-tasking.

Also popped into the Marchmont Gallery to see Sophie and collect the two pictures that they have had since early summer but sadly not sold - they are now being reframed and sent to Number Four in St Abbs as I still have high hopes for them and they fit really well with the others I had earmarked for that show. The added bonus news is that they are happy to take some smaller pieces (as yet uncreated) for their winter show, which starts in December; more fun things to work on. She is quite keen on the idea of the good old box canvases, so that is the next thing to trouble my mind about; it also means a wee hat trick of shows for December, which is a most positive end to the year and decade. Come the spring I will be out of the gates fast, furious and ready to kick some ass, no doubt about it...

Listening to Mary Chapin Carpenter again tonight thinking - small, blonde creative depression sufferer who likes animals, music, art, books and solitude. No wonder I relate to her.