My oeuvre grows!
My portfolio swells!
I hope this doesn’t mean my art is a fungus.
I’m really enjoying it too much to have to whack it off.
Oh, who knows if this will lead to anything fruitful.
Perhaps it’s just a time-passer? A pandemic folly? A distraction to keep my troubled mind off the mad, mad streets?
Whatever it is, pardon me, while I hide under its covers a while and dream.