SKETCHBOOK STORIES: a series in which I present snippets of my sketchbook: people seem to like it when I do so on my instagram so I thought I'd tranfer it to over here as well. Considering I've actually not done much art recently (aka at the time when I am writing this), the above photo is one of the sole pieces I've created, and I say 'pieces' hesitantly because really, it's just a few lines of sharpie; but I like it, I love geometric pieces, and it's available to buy in my shop not only as a print, but as a wall clock and a phone case among other things too - so, I'm calling it art.
23 August 2015
honestly, everything on my bedside table is constantly changing. books come and go. mess is made, and cleared away. pens roll around on it's surface, marking and marring it. dust gathers - and it swept away. stories can be told through identifying the objects piled on it - just as you learn more about a person through their hobbies and friends: they are a little inanimate glimpse into their life.
18 August 2015
“Does such a thing as 'the fatal flaw,' that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature? I used to think it didn't. Now I think it does. And I think that mine is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs.”
14 August 2015
robert louis stevenson once said: "for my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move.," and ultimately, the 'great affair' is to move: to get out of your house and breathe fresh air and inhale the scents and sounds and sights of a land you very rarely appreciate so caught up are you in the daily drudge of life. 'fernweh' and 'wanderlust' are oft used phrases, thrown around like ping-pong balls. whole pinterest boards are dedicated to travel. bucket lists are filled, and not very often emptied. people yearn to move.
07 August 2015
Remember that post I wrote all about my novel ideas and how I was despairing over my status as a 'pantser' and would I ever write a darn novel? (which I'd advise you to read before this one). Well, not much has changed. I abandoned The Fox Child, gladly, but also sadly, if that's possible; and focused my attentions on two others, first: To The End and Back, and when my creative juices ran out I started Cellophane Heart (which has had a name change, and now has a working title of 'Etc'.