Sunday, 19 September 2021

Empty pages

I have a new notebook. Actually two. One is a 5-subject one like the kind I used to get when I was little. Blank paper of any description was always a favourite gift. And writers love notebooks. They offer so much potential, so much possibility. All that blank space to fill! We hoard them, cherish them. Every writer you know has a few of them squirreled away, waiting for a story that's worthy enough.

My second new notebook has dinosaurs on it and unruled pages. (Those are bloody hard to find!) It's for world-building.

Yes, I'm inching back towards the page again, to the written word. I have a story that's been swimming around inside me for many moons and I think I'm finally ready to start writing it.

I won't say anything more. I'm not really superstitious (except when I am!) but I'm going to play it safe and not even mention the working title. But I've mentioned the project, and that's a start. A commitment of sorts.



Tuesday, 14 September 2021

Desolation Trees

This is Desolation Trees, my second piece from Artifly. I was torn between it and Howling Glacier, and I couldn't decide. So I treated myself.

It feels like an evolution from Nothing Left, and in fact they make perfect companion pieces.


Saturday, 4 September 2021

Images from Dreams 1

One of the very best things about learning to draw is being able to illustrate my dreams. I dreamt about these friendly caterpillars that acted like puppies - tilting their heads and scampering up to be stroked. Their antennae quivered like happy tails. They had bright, intelligent eyes and wispy vines growing from their backs.

In another dream I was on a beach looking up at this floating hotel. It was a bit like Pandora from AVATAR. There was a weird sort of space elevator/kite string that could be used to bring the hotel down to the ground when necessary.