So long before I was writing, I used to draw. I was never great at it, but I was the best one in my high school art class and I always got A’s. Then I started writing and just stopped drawing. Then my daughter started drawing and by the time she was in middle school, she had FAR surpassed what little talent I had.
Then a few weeks ago I came across this book I used to own decades ago, How to Draw Comics the Marvel Way. I used to love that book, I read it cover to cover, probably more than once, even after I realized the method for drawing laid out in that book is no good for me. It’s still a beautiful book to look at.
And it really made me want to draw again. So last week I bought myself a sketchbook and some pencils and erasers and I came home. And I haven’t touched them since.
Because I’ve been busy all week with writing stuff.
Sigh. Maybe one day. Definitely one day. Has to be. I really did used to love it. If only there was time in the day for EVERYTHING we wanted to get done, huh?