Monday, 22 August 2011

This is absolutely my final painting.

I know I'm never going to be a good enough painter to actually make any money, if you'll forgive the split infinitive. So I've got it out of my system for a while.
  I did three whole chapters on my unfinished third novel today. They looked pretty good, until I realised that I had placed myself in the mind of four of the characters. I know that's not bad in itself, but unless I do it throughout the whole novel it's going to look a bit strange. So I'll probably be scrapping the lot tomorrow.


  1. I love this painting too. Hey, I think it's great. Don't scrap your work. What if down the road you remember something in one and want to work on it, but have deleted it? It's happened to me.

  2. You're probably right. I've lost too much in the past and snatches of memory haunt me.