Little bits of paper go on and off and on and off and left and right and up and down. Then a decision is made, often a regrettable one. Then I start that one little section over. Or paint over it. And then wish I hadn't done that.
This piece has been on the table for weeks. And weeks. And it is taking up too much room. I need to finish it. A couple of squares are bugging me. Some are too sparse. And some are too busy.
And that dang G needs to make up its mind to stay or go.
