I’ve kept trying to find time, in the fortnight since The Trees was published, to post some of the drawings I made while I was writing it. Time for a fight with my scanner, and a clean-up in Photoshop. I haven’t quite finished yet, but thought I’d post the four whisperers whose pictures appear in the book itself. The others will come a-creeping soon, I promise. These were just done with pencils and graphite sticks in a tiny, square-shaped sketchbook. For a while I drew one whisperer in there every day, as a kind of exercise to help focus on the novel.
Yesterday was quite a bewildering day for me. I dropped Inka off at nursery and was stuck in a traffic jam on the way home, when my phone pinged with a message from my sister-in-law. She was letting me know about a review of The Trees from the Herald Scotland. Which obviously I couldn’t read, because I was slogging my way through the traffic, but as soon as I was parked I got to it. The review said: The Trees is a stunning and vivid examination of the relationship between humans and the environment in which they live. Violent, beautiful, devastating … Read More
Just a reminder that I’m going to be reading at Mostly Books in Abingdon next Wednesday, 16th March, at 7.30pm. They’ve got just a few tickets remaining, so do come along and see me if you’re in the area. Info and tickets can be found here – http://www.mostly-books.co.uk/2016/02/this-is-how-world-will-end-trees-with.html
One of the reasons I’m really excited about The Trees being published is that it contains four of my drawings. Soon I’ll upload several more of the pictures I drew for it, but in the meantime I’ve tidied up and compiled lots of old ones in the Drawings section of this site. You can see them all via the link in the menu.
My daughter and I are painting when the knock comes. Inka is two years old, and learning to splodge spots and stripes onto the paper. I am trying to paint a picture of a troll, in fluorescent colours with a brush thicker than my thumb. I get up and hurry to the door and it’s a courier, dressed like he’s in the military (why do delivery companies costume all their staff like bomb disposal experts?). After signing for the package he hands me, I return to Inka feeling strangely nervous. This all takes some forty seconds – ample time, it … Read More