On one level, I'm really proud of myself. On another, I'm a little tired of getting in my own way. I stopped yesterday, posted an old piece and tried to call it a day. I couldn't. I promised myself I would stick to this and I'm going to. The rewards are too great to stop now.
I went back to this piece. I still don't like it but it's sort of done. There's a lot to fix but, I did not let myself declare, in a fit of frustration, that I just had to stop, it just wasn't a good day to paint. If I'm upright and can see, it's a good day to paint.