When I called in this, my manager’s office, a few moments ago I was handed my very first American fan letter – and it was from you. I was so pleased that I had to sit down and type an immediate reply, even though Ken is shouting at me to get on with a script he badly needs. That can wiat (wi-at? That’s a new English word which means wait).
I’ve been waiting for some reaction to the album from American listeners. There were reviews in Billboard and Cash Box, but they were by professional critics and they rarely reflect the opinions of the public. The critics were very flattering however. They even liked the single “Love You Till Tuesday”. I’ve got a copy of the American album and they’ve printed the picture a little yellow. I’m really not that blond. I think the picture on the back is more ‘me’. Hope you like those enclosed.
In answer to your questions, my real name is David Jones and I don’t have to tell you why I changed it. “Nobody’s going to make a monkey out of you” said my manager. My birthday is January 8th and I guess I’m 5’10”.
Well, he was bound to make an appearance within the pages of my art journal, though I didn’t get him quite right. Still, it’s nice to get that out of my system, especially since he was the one who got me writing again, after a ten year hiatus. Why the hiatus? Well, life happened. I was miserable though I didn’t know why – till I started writing again, and the house hasn’t been tidy since.
So if you don’t recognize him (it’s hard because I drew the eyes too large), it’s Richard Armitage, from one of his first selfies on Twitter last year. I should have picked a better picture, but it is what it is.
Today also marks the day that someone on Wattpad was brave enough to tell me what was not quite right with my novel in progress, Loving Ashe. I basically took the cowardly way out with the ending. Instead of writing the ending I really wanted, which was quite like “killing” my darling protagonist, I made everything just right and perfect. No whoa! you didn’t! factor definitely. And I’m glad she pointed it out because it’s been bugging me all this time – why I took an otherwise perfect novel and gave it such a blah ending when I already had three chapters of that finale done and dusted.
But at least it’s still a work in progress though. It just means maybe this time, I’m writing the ending as it was meant to be. And wouldn’t you know it? That novel started out as a Daily Prompt writing challenge right here on my blog exactly two years ago – with Richard Armitage in mind, no less!
I finally dug out my art supplies, which includes a small (5×8)100-page Fabriano Artist’s Journal that I am finally using. It’s only been 5 years since they’ve been stashed in the garage, and almost 10 years of not actually drawing anything on paper although I did do some illustration last year, which lasted 5 days and only with pen – no color – for Sketchuary.
Though I’ve long dabbled in computer graphics, I miss the feel of pencils between my fingers, the way textured paper feels under my skin and most of all, seeing the work blossom in front of my eyes (which are in need of glasses, it turns out so I’m finally digging out my glasses as well and just finally got an updated prescription).
So if you’re wondering what’s with all the drawings – that’s why. And this time I’m tackling color. It’s amazing the things I’m beginning to see now that I’m paying attention to color more and more. While I can write about a beautiful sunset, drawing and coloring it is a whole different animal. A sunset is no longer as simple as I thought it used to be – it’s an organic arrangement of yellows and oranges and reds (and sometimes not even reds) and green grass is just not plain green but an explosion of different shades that I’m now determined to capture on paper.
I wonder though how to tackle subjects I see on social media. Do I ask their permission first if I see a non-commercial picture on Instagram that I want to capture on paper? I don’t know. I don’t want to draw icons and stars all the time, and I’m not ready to draw out the stuff that comes out of my head (they’re dark). How does that work?
A lot of people who know me have no idea I draw or make art. I guess I’m more known for my work as a massage therapist than my writing and even my drawings.
With my recent decision to step down from teaching massage after seven years (I’ll keep my private practice though), while it was depressing and one of the scariest decisions I’ve made so far (and not yet formalized), I’m amazed at the creativity that has been unleashed since that last class. It’s like a heavy weight has been lifted off my shoulders and all because I need to devote time to write and not only that, but after finally coming out of hiding from all the writing, I have discovered my muse and have become more inspired to do more.
It’s scary when one ventures out their front door, indeed.
Anyway while my ramblings have nothing to do with the blog post, this is from model Garrett Neff’s Instagram and his captioned musing over getting an ear piercing – or not.
This picture is also what I sent my mom for Mother’s Day and is her favorite, prompting her to say, “See? If you only took art when I told you to that summer instead of karate, you’d be a famous artist by now!”