I’m spending the afternoon on working on a book of sketches that has been in the works for quite a few months.
When I read through the first draft as I formatted it last week and started really thinking about what those images really meant. At the time each of them was a cheap way to illustrate a blog, but as a collection, they represent so much more for me.
They represent a revolutionary change in my life. I’m not making a living as a writer or an artist because of them, but the drawing and the writing is not about making money. It’s about making a life. And that’s ultimately what the book – and the doodles – are about.