Still not finished the last Nature diary drawing. Clearly unwilling to let go. Or possibly just too obsessed with the writing. It's as if a voice has arrived in my head demanding an outlet and it's clamouring to be attended to. Great fun anyway and I'm onto just short of 20 thou words. At which point there be twice as much to do again; then I can back to the studio.
It's far easier to write than to paint. My body isn't continually hammered, its quite comfy in the study and apart from intermittent back ache it takes far less of a toll of my energy.
And the subject is fascinating :)