I've been thinking lately -- I'm so thankful that I can draw.

I may not be the best damn artist in the whole world (who is!) but I just really don't know what I would DO without it, even in a writer's standpoint. I almost wonder if I would even be as much of a writer if I couldn't satisfy my heavily visual side. I need pictures and sounds, even smells and tastes, to connect to stories. It's why I light candles and drink tea whenever the writing bug has bit me. It's kind of like... all aspects of my creativity grow from the earth as different things, but if you try to pull one out, you will find that the roots are all attached.

Just about every single time I see ads or posters, or check up on my own websites, I stop a moment to think that I'm lucky and should never take for granted having the ideas in art form, for people to see and immediately get a sense of what that idea is. It's a way for me to even fully understand the idea myself, or improve it as my skills evolve.

Sometimes it has been drawings alone that have gotten people to come read the stories.

And it's just exciting. That I can document the images in my head, exactly as they are. I want to say it's a kind of magic, but the word "magic" makes it seem like I've taken a shortcut. It was my work - my worn eraser and sore thumb. XD

♥,
Bow