I've taken up writing again. I used to write a lot of stories and poems when I was a teenager, but stopped a while after I got into art. I always felt sorry about that, and it seems I'm slowly getting back to it. I've written one folktale today (2000 words), which probably can't exist on its own and needs to be incorporated into a bigger story. I also started a longer story some time ago, but stopped after 1000 words because it seemed so hard to find the right words. It was a lot easier today. The tale came from a dream I had tonight, so I just got up, got dressed and started writing away. Within a few hours the story was finished. It's a very nice feeling.
All in all I've been very productive the last few days. I'm focussing a lot on uni these days, so I have less time for painting. But I managed to spare some hours to work on a painting that has been on the shelves for weeks. I'm not happy with how it is turning out, but I'll see how far I can push it. Right now I'm simply happy about being productive.