“Being a writer is a very peculiar sort of a job: it’s always you versus a blank sheet of paper (or a blank screen) and quite often the blank piece of paper wins.”
I am writing this as procrastination because I haven’t done as much as I’d like lately (I’ve go so many things I want to do, and so little time at the moment, that when I get some free time I sometimes just mentally spin around because I don’t know what to do first), so I thought, I know, I’ll SIT here and NOT MOVE until something has been CREATED. Then I stared at the paper for a bit and started this post instead.
It does sort of tie in though. This is a picture of what my brain is doing before I go to sleep, versus what my brain does when faced with a blank sheet of paper.
It it not the dragon going grrrr in this picture, just fyi.
My agents, the nice people at Plum Pudding Illustration held an exhibition in spring last year, and as per being swamped with a combination of small people stuff and trying to get this done in time, I kind of forgot to post this.
I’ve just looked at the date of the last post I made and, wow, it’s been a long time. A really, really long time. I thought it had been a few months, but a hectic year has just flown by and here I am again after another massive hiatus. For some reason, small children are sort of distracting – having two aged two have been somewhat all-consuming. Adding in nights of not much sleep and well, I’ve been doing stuff in dribs and drabs, then neglecting to post it here.
I’m also dipping my toe into Instagram (here I am!) and am trying to figure out how to use it best in conjunction with the blog and other web stuff/social media.
So here’s a cat.
This was done a very little bit with pencil, but mostly in something called Derivan Liquid Graphite, and it is great. It’s like painting but with graphite, and has a lovely smooshy slightly grainy thing going on (technical stuff) and you can push it about and even erase it to some extent (if you get the rewettable type). I’ve been using watered down Indian ink to build up layers, but this is a nicer, easier way to do it for me. Miau!
Last year, we were staying in the Peak District, and as night fell on Christmas day, so did the snow. It was the loveliest thing.
It was slightly less lovely when our car got stuck in the pub car park the next day, but you have to take the rough with the smooth in these situations, and it was worth it for the cold beauty that the snow brought to the landscape, at once stark and soft.
My son wants it to snow this Christmas, but since today it was unseasonably warm enough to go out in just a t-shirt and a thin cardigan, he’s going to have to go on hoping. I’ll be hoping along with him, though.
I was looking at previous posts, and saw last year’s card. I wrote ‘seasons greetings’ on that as well. I suppose that means something or other – I think it’s just a joyful idea that quite a lot of people all celebrate this time of year, whichever direction they’ve come at it from.
Whatever you’re putting the lights on for, though, I hope it’s a cheerful and peaceful time for you.
Waiting for my Christmas cards to be delivered – this fellow appears on the back!
I can’t resist a pun. Particularly if it’s a very good one, or a very, very bad one.
This is a very, very bad one.
Personal stuff – just saw a feather and thought that it would be nice to paint it. I’ve collected up a few more, but the prevailing colour scheme of light grey, brownish grey and dark grey makes me suspect that the feral pigeon provides most of the source material. I live in hope that one day something more decorative will fly past – we do get parakeets round here, but they don’t seem inclined to moult.
Forgive the ropy scans. It has been a bad day.