I've been arting less, too, which is understandable, since I'm still in post-Con recharge mode, and I'm not strapped for money this month, so other than the usual Digger, I have no pressing reason to crank out art. If the brain's still tired, I'm not gonna force it.
I am starting to get painting guilt, though.
Thing is, between Digger and writing at least 1K words a day, I am arguably continuing to be productive. Prints go out as often as ever. I did a Little Creature story last week, fer cryin' out loud! And yet...the painting guilt.
This makes me realize a horrible thing.
If you choose to pursue two forms of artistic endeavor, you don't just have generalized art guilt. No, you have guilt for each specific form. If I write, I worry that I'm not painting. If I paint, I suspect I will worry that I'm not writing.
I could make the bestseller list and win a Pulitzer, and as I walked up to accept, a nagging voice in my brain would go "Hey, shouldn't you be painting? We haven't painted in awhile now. What are you doing that's supposedly more important than painting, huh? Huh?"
And god help me if I actually sell Nurk's story. I could just about weasel "Black Dogs" under the radar as a one-time fluke, a madness of my youth, but if Nurk DOES sell, the words "three-book contract" have been flung around*, and that means I'll have to admit I could, y'know, be something resembling a writer...which will seal my fate forever. I will never again lift a paintbrush without some other part of my brain going "Hey, shouldn't we be writing?"
*Not by me, but by my agent. According to Deb, this is to be expected--editors want relationships, not one-night stands, and would love to get a trilogy out of you at the slightest provocation. If it'll sell once, the thinking apparently goes, it'll sell three times. This explains something that I'd wondered for years, which might best translate as "Doesn't anybody write a stand-alone story any more?!"
I expressed my concern at producing two more stories on demand to my friend Kathy, who said something to the effect of "You? You'll panic and wibble and then drop a whole book behind you like a skink dropping its tail to throw off the predators." Some people know me WAY too well. Then I went and worked out the plot to Nurk 2: Electric Bugaloo, and it was all good.