Over the years my love for drawing has waned. I still pump out quick sketches to flesh out an idea but the days of spending hours on a piece of paper or in front of a screen are long gone. Perhaps life got in the way, or my interests and hobbies have just changed. These days I enjoy writing so much more. I can spend hours on the same paragraph and not give a fuck where my time has gone. I can even write on a small screen when I’m sitting on the porcelain throne.

I read this Stephen King book recently and one of the main points I extracted was, “To be a good writer, keep reading”. Think the wisdom rings true, as I read a shit load of articles all day (mostly about tech, life, movies, and sometimes science), and they all inspire me to write and appreciate the craft (maybe I’ll write about my writing influences soon).

My enthusiasm for writing crosses over with another hobby too, in the form of screen-writing for movies. Then there’s the graphic novels and my bookshelf of mostly non-fictional books I’ve harvested since I discovered Amazon.com. It’s all like how Quentin Tarantino is a walking movie-wikipedia, and he makes some of the most memorable and amazing films. Consume to fuel your craft.

And this is the opposite for my enthusiasm with illustration for the past few years. I can’t remember the last time I opened an illustration blog. Which is why it’s sort of been refreshing lately as I’ve picked up the pen again and just drawing whatever is on my mind. It’s like having a coffee with old friend again.