In a parallel universe, I would have been a prolific writer, churning out, day and night, streams of prose and poetry, and kilometric reams of novels and essays, you would wonder if I ever stop for anything, if I ever sleep a blink (assuming you would also be in that parallel universe). But no, I am in this universe, where I stop for red lights and sleep like a log, and blog in a most laconic way. And you, probably amused by now about what, if ever, may have happened to that book project I wrote about here a few times last year.
Here is the latest about the project, or what’s not much of it anyway:
(1) A tentative cover page to entice my illustrator son, Zee to continue with the work that he seemed to have completely abandoned now in favor of passionately pursuing his master’s degree in Architecture:
(2) A sample page whose page number might still move forward or backward, and illustration to be slightly modified to accommodate some fuzzy yellow spots in the upper background (talk about a punishing attention to detail that could well derail the imaginings):
At this point, the project is only about 30% done. Seriously, I am thinking of retiring from my full time job to take up sketching and painting so I can just go ahead and finish the project on my own, but considering that disengaging from this 9-to-6 job and acquiring those drawing skills might take another year or so, I might just as well wait for Zee to be done with his course work. Or maybe seek the services of more artists? Like an illustrator daughter, perhaps? 🙂
— Said Sadain, 21 April 2018