Tragic Blogs or
but I can only tell it once...

The Drawing Board for today is completely accurate. If I ever make the mistake of talking about something that's in progress too much, I actually satisfy whatever creative drive was in me to do the work to begin with. I can still do the work - but at that point it becomes a drudging chore and takes at least twice as long to complete.

So I have no notes. Very few - if any - prelim sketches. The half dozen or so projects I have bouncing around in my head stay there if I want to have any hope of any of them seeing their way to completion.

Conversely, at some point I have to tell someone something about an idea of mine. If I've never mentioned a project, it can safely stay in the recesses of my mind. But if I give voice to it and let someone else know - then it's like I've made a pact. To not start on that project would be to go back on my word of honour.

So once in a while I'll spit out a little bit about something I'm wanting to give life to just to insure that it does get going - but delicately try not to reveal too much, lest my love of the project wither before pen hits paper.

Ye gads we art types are a neurotic lot, aren't we?