Over the last few months, I've been immersing myself in writing related activities. Writing workshops, author meetings, helping out at Blackpool's Wordpool Festival of Words, a little bit of networking when possible and ... two art classes a week. I'm a great believer in 'join a group - you never know which direction it will take you or what the outcome will be' method.
Other than constantly doodling [do I really spend that much time on the phone?] colouring outside the lines in primary school and my one attempt at drawing a rabbit during a senior school art class, I have never drawn an object or person, painted, coloured, used water-colour pencils, acrylics or been involved in artistic projects of the paint-brush sort.
So, here's one of my first offerings, a spin off from my first art class - 'Drawing and painting for the terrified' ... But the weird thing is, when I draw, it feels like the opposite of writing - I can clear my mind. I find it relaxing. So when I come to my writing, having given my brain a holiday, some 'brain off time', some chillin' out space, I'm ready to get going with the words.
Anyway, here's my offering ... I'm off to finish the text edit for my real job.