I'm having a lovely couple of weeks at the moment, carving my way through a big pile of lino.
It's turned into a strange sort of game - I'm not going to do any printing until all the images are cut. No one else knows I'm playing the game and I'm sure no one else would find it fun, but it's very satisfying having lots of 'nearly' prints piled up.
When I do start printing it means that I'm bound to be happy with some of them even if a few are not quite how I imagined.
Once again a lot of them seem to be of birds too - how does that keep happening??