Somewhere Else

Today was a brain-frying day at work. I had planned on running during lunch, but that didn't happen because the weather became a downpour. I ended up sitting in front of my computer ripping my hair out trying to update a program I wrote that was dependent on something else that I had no control over - a something else that no longer existed in its previous form. So I had to figure out the something else, then integrate it back into my program.

By the time I got it working, it was 5:30 pm, and I realized I had been sitting in front of my computer without a break for about three hours straight. I verified that my fix was working and then promptly left.

On the way home I realized I hadn't done today's drawing yet.

As soon as I got home, I grabbed my sketchbook and started working on one of my stream-of-consciousness drawings, but it just wasn't flowing. So I turned the page and went to simple line drawing of some kind of vista, triggered (once again) by a song - the last song I listened to in the car on the way home from work, the one that was stuck in my head when I drew it: "Somewhere Else" by Marillion.

Anyway, it took about five minutes (not counting the time I was running around the house looking for a felt-tip pen, only to be rescued by my husband Jim with his trusty Sharpie thin line). And here it is. (I decided to call it "The Hills Have Hands.")