If my sketchbook and I were dating, it would have broken up with me a long time ago. I take it with me everywhere, but we almost never talk, and when we do talk it’s usually just to fight and argue.
But working full time does wonders for one’s perception of time. After spending too many eight-hour days staring at a computer screen, one starts to realize just how many hours are silently squandered each day. It took me over a year to fully realize this, and so my sketchbook and I are totally an item again. I bring it out for coffee breaks. We talk. We laugh. It’s just like when we started going out.
Some of the scribbling I’ve done was later re-used for the Daily Sketchbook Strips, or other projects. So if you’re some kind of weirdo who likes to see the genesis of an idea, there’s that. I love that kind of shit.