I'm still drawing a lot. I find it incredibly relaxing. It switches my mind off completely. I'm still very rusty and no where near the standard I was back when I was a kid (or what I think was my standard) but I see improvement. Unlike the writing though, I have no intention of doing this professionally.
The Spider-Man above was done for my son, to stick on his wall in his bedroom. He's a harsh critic and has rejected others I've done for him but he seemed to like this one. He did question some of the shading though... :)
Hellboy and The Painted Man were done my trip to Doha with work. Again drawing is a nice way to kill time in the evening when I'm stuck in a hotel room.
I finished He Who Fights on Saturday. 116,000 words that have a start, middle and end. It's not the first time I've finished it, and it probably be won't be the last but for now its a victory to be celebrated.
Everything that could have happened while writing this book has happened. I got an agent, moved house, got pneumonia, left my job, got a new job, lost my agent, moved countries, had another child, got pneumonia again, lost my mother, had a heart scare. At times, I've wanted to give up on it, give up on the dream of being a published writer, just get a life again, some time to myself, without this weight on my back.
I hated people asking "Hows the book coming along?" "Have you finished it yet?" Or worse still was when no one asked about my writing - all quietly thinking that I'd given up and scared to ask.
So He Who Fights is apt because I've fought every step of the way to get this done. So for now, hurrah!