A few years back I thought I'd like to try to write a book.  What I ended up with, after several rewrites was a 167k word monster that I've so far not been able to do much with.  One thing that did come out of it though is a character I didn't invent. I don't mean that I copied her or anything, or that she's real. I mean that she suddenly popped up in one chapter and I had no idea who she was or what she was doing.  It turned out though that she had plans of her own, which I only discovered by watching what she did next. I don't know who was writing her but it certainly wasn't me. I'm rather afraid it was her, bringing herself into existence.

I wasn't exactly planning to draw her, either. But here she is.

( Her name is Neptet )

It's funny how you forget things. Things you said, things you did. How much you liked to do those things.

I've been doing some drawing and it totally surprised me how much I like doing that. That shouldn't have been a surprise - in my student years (which, admittedly, were over twenty years ago) I used to draw all the time.  But somewhere along the line I stopped doing it and the number of drawings I've turned out in, say, this current century has been little more than a handful. I guess that must now be a polydactylous hand.

( I made this )