I’m getting ready to cross the 60,000-word line for Savannah’s Song, the second book in the South of Forever series (and a sequel of sorts to The Nanny with the Skull Tattoos). After spending hours every day writing about Savannah painting, I caught the bug.
I started off by doodling on my outline.
I couldn’t stop there, though. Borrowing paint and watercolor paper from my husband, I sat down at my desk and started messing around.
I got tired of watercolor really quickly, though, and decided to go back to my first love: acrylic. In college, I took a painting class as my elective and fell in love. My great-grandfather was an artist and a poet. I guess I inherited his genes. 😊
I started working on my fifth sugar skull girl tonight. I love how much painting relaxes me. After a long day at the keyboard, I can get out of my head and into my hands.
It’s therapeutic, too; when I’m feeling anxious, moving the brush helps unblock that energy.
I’m still learning. My lines aren’t the cleanest, and I hate painting their mouths. Every time I try, I can’t get it right and end up having to cover it with something. Still, painting has been a lot of fun for me—and it’s also helped me better describe Savannah’s process while writing.
I’ll probably never be able to paint the things that I imagine she does, but it’s still something I enjoy.
What do you do to unwind? Leave a comment and share your favorite hobbies with me!