My geriatric 18 y.o. cat has just left me a poo by the front door again.

Reason to be cheerful  1)   It isn't as smelly as her last effort and no where near my shoe this time.  She's still paying me back for cleaning out her manky ear on a daily basis.

When our dog had her ears done this morning (you may notice a pattern forming . . .) she shook her head so much that most of the drops went in my mouth.

Reason to be cheerful  2)  It didn't take half as long to catch her and apply the treatment this time.  Yesterday the drops went in my mouth and both my eyes.  Since which time I can't be sure, but my own hearing seems to have improved.  Eh?

I've made absolutley no progress apart from the attached sketch, on  either writing my own book (slap my legs for sheer indicipline) or illustrating that fairy story that is screaming out to be done.

Reason to be cheerful  3)  I have been busy, busy chasing my tail to keep up with several juicy jobs already underway, so that I can do justice to the chance of working on a feature film for four months.  I get to try out this week, and don't want to jinx it by saying any more.  Difficult for a verbal splattermouth like me, particularly when fizzing with excitement.  Go near me with a pin and I'll pop.

Ain't life great?  Hope all you guys feel like I do now.

Cheers,
Nick 

Hi Guys, 

An old fart like me should know better.  Last thing I'd want facing me for a first blog would be a badly writted poom like what I be a doin' here.  It was just one of those 'in the mood' things.  Put it down to failing faculties, and too many recent all nighters chasing deadlines.  I do get a real kick out of seeing all the nuggets of creativity that abound in here and CGsociety though, which is what got me staarted.

I ain’t got nothing new to say, my words will all seem trite.
You’ll think I’d nicked ideas from you and how could that seem right?
The difficulty here is that there is so little new.
We simply re-invent and filter through our point of view.
It gives us almost infinite  resources to explore,
Feeding from behind another’s eyes and pushing more.
The outcomes are amazing in their number and diversity,
Ranging from sublime to those approaching near perversity.
The colours, scale and points of view inspire me in their scope,
Urging me to tackle themes again with new found hope.
I ain’t got nothing new to say, my words may all be trite,
But looking at your wondrous art I know this must be right.

Sorry.  It won't happen again.  I'll stick to me brushes  in future.

Coming soon: - The Flipside of Faerydom

Cheers,

Nickillus