Sunday, August 24, 2014
I Made A Deal With Myself.
I don't, darn it.
Eight years ago this past Thursday – holy cow, does time fly! – I started my sketchbook habit. It was a way for me to get back to drawing that worked when I was chasing two rambunctious toddlers around all day. In other words, it was cheap, portable and easy.
Lately, though, I've been enjoying these flower doodles so much that it's all I can think of. I haven't been reading, surfing the internet, watching TV or any of the multitude of things I often fill my extra time with.
I've built up enough work that I'm hoping to post things for sale on my Etsy site this week. I suppose if things don't sell, my relatives and friends can look forward to a lot of floral gifts for Christmas and Birthdays this year.
Anyway, my sketchbook has been such a big part of my life for the last eight years that I feel like I'm neglecting my best friend. I just have to readjust my thinking and realize that the goal all along was to make creativity, not just drawing, a part of my daily life. It doesn't matter if I'm drawing in my sketchbook or doodling flowers over everything I can think of as long as I get my daily dose of creativity.