Addicted to the Pencil
It’s late again.
It’s the pictures, you see.
I’ve been working hard on developing the habit of drawing everyday, and now I can’t stop. The more my pencil flows the more time seems to flow with it and before I know what is going on it is late into the wee hours of the morning.
My sketchbook needs more pictures. It commands me to create them.
The trouble is: drawing doesn’t inspire writing. I need to read books in the evening to inspire blog wisdom. Unfortunately, anatomy books for the artist just don’t cut it. And so you get this kind of thing.
Blogging everyday hard.