Musical Bears Page 4 et al

I am in a quandary. I wrote a text for this book, Musical Bears, and am fond of the characters and the ideas; I spent a long time on the paintings and like the detail. However, three things have happened. Firstly, the last half of the book is all wrong, and whilst more or less scribbling on the back of an envelope, the real ending presented itself, and fits in so much better with the meaning of the story, and yes, it does have a meaning. This new ending also fits in so much better with the landscape of the book, which is basically The Scottish Borders, as per usual. The paintings are too large, which is a bit of a problem with my small scanner, as it is difficult to reduce them down to fit a reasonable book size. One would have thought one would have thought of this. And thirdly, recently I have become very fond of working with coloured pencils, of all kinds, with bits of watercolour and gouache here and there. There is something about the linear in illustration that appeals, and I really can’t work with pen and ink any more – besides, they stopped producing my favourite pen (I found some coconut hobnobs for my husband, which he really liked, but I think they more or less withdrew them that week – such is life – I suppose coconut hobnobs are not everyone’s plate of biscuit). I found this scribble, the one above the finished painting, and it quite appeals to me now. Coloured pencils are spontaneous kinds of things, you can scrat, and rub, and rub out, and mix them all up, and there are masses of materials in the Tardis. Whilst struggling to make a living in London, one watercolour brush that did not work properly was worthy of a letter to the manufacturers (who did respond, which nowadays they would not). Mind you, one could have foregone a few Carlsberg Specials. Ah, those weren’t the days. Maybe I can give away the original Musical Bear paintings, and start again. How indulgent, to be able to think like this. We shall see. I’m not tearing anything up, anyway.