Sometimes when I think I want to draw I'll find myself doing absolutely everything I can think of to put off the moment of starting to work.
I make another cup of tea.
I find a telephone call that must be made, a letter or an email that must be answered.
I sharpen pencils.
I look at the plant on the windowsill and decide that this is just the time to water it, or fertilize it, or prune it.
Maybe it's even time to repot it.
So I hunt for the houseplant book or search online where it says severely that this kind of plant enjoys being pot-bound and should never be repotted.
Then I might turn to the jars of brushes and pens on my drawing table, and find that some of the pens are drying out, so of course those must be sorted out..
Far too often I find a book to read until it's time to do some other practical task - like making dinner.
The drawing has been put off to another day, days that have added up to weeks this winter.
A week or so ago I came across the relatively recent illustrations Inga Moore made for 'The Wind in the Willows'. Her work isn't too easy to find online since she has no web page and tends to be reclusive. I did find a very well written article about her here. According to reviews I've read of it the book has been seriously abridged but I'm thinking of buying a copy for the 100+ illustrations. I can always read the unabridged book we have here while I look at her pictures.
I may just give up sharpening my pencils for good.. or maybe not. The reward of art is in being able to spend time in that world apart from the world we know.