Doing something positive

Sketchbook pages - various pens and water wash

I've had another collapse, but that's probably a good thing because I am going to see the neurologist tomorrow, so the symptoms will be fresh in my mind.  It comes from not allowing myself to admit I feel horrendous.  And boy, do I feel horrendous!  I'm really fed up of being so ill for so long, since well before Christmas.  Its been a foul winter, and I shall be glad when its over.

In the meantime, I've been congratulating myself for having written over 21,000 words (76 pages) since Christmas on the new bodice-ripper, and playing in my sketchbook.  I declared a duvet day today, mainly because my body was refusing to do anything else, but I did manage to spend a bit of time practicing my pen and ink rendering and a bit of scribbly sketching.  When I give up the idea that it must be perfect, I just do it, and its such fun.  I wish I could get out of my own way a bit more often.