This drawing/ink was done back in January, but was part of two pieces I did for Viginia Woolf's birthday.

Despite this piece being done as an imagined book jacket for "To the Lighthouse" I can see it as one of my witch and familiars. Let's give it a new tagline.

Since transforming her familiar into human form to hold the light for her painting, Ellesbeth found it a chore to keep Mrs. Whiskers from wandering off with it, presumably in search of mice.
Next time, said she, I'll turn her into a lamp post

Well, it is a cool but lovely shinning morning here in Canterbury.

It seems a world away, with the bright sky and sun, from the report I have just had from Toad Hall, back in Massachusetts, where they are bracing for a nor'easter and bucket loads of rain and power failures. I timed this Atlantic crossing just right it seems.

Today will be another day of to-doing.

That translates into only getting to comment and upvote a few, which makes me feel a wretch. I find when I am out and about house hunting and planning that my mind keeps wandering back to all of you. Is it addiction, this Steemit? I think not, more like a lovely place one wants to escape to. Like the little elation I feel when I get that hot cuppa and head into my studio.

I do hope you will forgive my laxness in visiting you, and do know I am thinking of you.

I think this morning I'll try to go and at least upvote as much as I can, since I love to leave comments and upvote, but I suppose you'd still be happy with my pittence of a few steemit pennies then a quick pointless blurb typed in haste.

I realise I have not shared another #inktober participant as I had meant in each post. So today head on over to @frejafri and see her amazing piece.

I shall close here and attempt some upvotes before I am out the door. I can hear my friends milling about in the kitchen, coffee awaits!