When I’m stuck inside writing, I spend what is left of my afternoons drawing things. It isn’t the same as drawing living, moving beings and I struggle to animate myself and the marks I make paper. The last two days I’ve tried to focus on one object (a repro radio) and draw it over and over again. I tried
different materials like crayons, or pen and ink,
or a thick graphite pencil,
a biro,
and even a blue Sharpie. And when I got too tight, too obsessed with detail I’d try making a continuous line drawing,
or drawing with my left hand.
It’s like having a series of tricks up your sleeve, anything to keep one’s mind from sinking. ‘It’s all money in the bank,’ my partner says.
