flowers

Deadlines pile up to tumble over each other and I have to rework the dragon for the Robin Hobb cover, which is fine as I could live in these books for a great deal longer, but this is the last of twelve covers, and meanwhile the dragon book is three years behind, I need to do more work on Starlight and the MBF card needs to be done by the end of May and so does the Terry Pratchett calendar. So, feeling like a rabbit in the road, not knowing which way to turn, I peeled myself from a patchwork bed of gingercats and headed for the cliffs instead of the studio.

And on the cliffs they were dusted with the butterfly blue flowers of squil, and distant cliffs golden with gorse. Raven and chough fly and dance in the air and the clouds are cliches, tall castle clouds against blue, blue sky.