One of the things that I loved at the Dylan Thomas museum was seeing the lists that he made, usualy in pencil, wandering over paper. Random lists. Lists of words that rhymed, tumbling down a page, shopping lists, lists of things that he needed to pack to go to America. I have to go to Suffolk tomorrow and as usual there is too much to do today. My life is being controlled by lists, so here is yesterday's list and todays, which I am moving through slowly, although in both I forgot to leave room for pleasant happenstance.
It is the publication date today of my book The Ice Bear, and my very clever friend Jane Messore has made an audio file of me reading the book. Soon it will have visuals and sound effects too. How good it is to have very clever friends.
For now I will set the Chicken Timelord and settle down to draw. I have a head full to bursting with ideas and need to get things captured in the pages of my sketchbook. But for now I want to work on my Horse Feathers drawing. And I notice from yesterdays list that I wanted to find time to read and didn't, so perhaps I will, later, walk the dogs to the high hill top and take my book and read while the warm summer wind makes the grass dance like the sea.