My sister's here. Her arrival was accompanied by a gorgeous new sketchbook, with a couple of 12-page books of drool-worthy watercolor paper. The old watercolor paper I'm going to save for larger pieces where small-scale blurring won't matter, and for doodle-experimentation-brush-testing. Right now I'm breaking in one of my new watercolor books (at my sister's request) and am starting a watercolor of L, from Death Note.

So I spent an hour on my new watercolor's background, and when the paper was wet enough that any further painting would come out blurred I painfully set it aside. It won't dry until morning.

Except that now it's calling to me. Calling. It says, 'Zalein, come paint me some more! Paint me, Zalein, come on! You know you want to!' Meanwhile I'm going, 'No, I can't! You're not ready for more details, and next session I want to start on the picture's subject! It's almost perfect now, but all finishing touches on the background can only be put on when the paper's dry and when I have the foggiest idea of how the subject's shading and coloring will turn out!' And it's going, 'aint me anyway!' and I'm going 'NO, FOR YOUR OWN SAKE PLEASE STOP!'

Of course, it's still ignoring me and insisting, but after what I've just described is when the conversation just starts repeating itself.