Writer as Artist as Writer...
I make lists. That's not unusual is it? Lots of people I know make lists. Lists make me feel as if I've achieved something, and when they're lists for an event that I'm looking forward to, it creates an air of anticipation around the whole thing. But. My lists are a teeny bit different to most people's... Because, ahem.... I paint my lists. I don't mean that I paint over them. I mean I actually paint pictures of the items on my list. Not every list. I mean, I don't paint my weekly shop. That would be mad! (As if you don't think I'm a just a bit potty already.) No, I mean my Packing Lists. For things like weekends away, holidays, and for the much-anticipated writer's Conference held by the Romantic Novelist's Association, this year in Leeds. I'll find you some of the painted lists in my sketchbooks. Hang on a minute while I dig some of the better ones out... Here's one. It was a big mistake, by the way, to wear