The sketch on the right was kind of my own version. I have been using a kind of pen that bleeds through in the notebook I'm using so I use the backside and trace some of the lines that bleed through and create something from my tracings. Mr. Camel Hybrid is my result. That is my daughter dancing on top of him. His name is Mr. Blue Face.
I'm really enjoying sketching but it is getting me kind of bummed out. I know i am in a rush. Am I off on a silly tangent? What do you think? Do you see any style emerging from my stuff?
I went to Joan Aiken's website today. Joan is an author and an artist (though best known for her writing). I have just recently discovered her whimsical writings. I love them! But I read about her first book. She turned in her own drawings with them, and the drawings were seen as amaturish and wholly rejected. I thought, will that be me? I really don't know. I did find this weekend that I started a story after drawing a little person. This person is in the scribbles above. The skinny one with crazy colored hair is my Maggie. And I made a story fragment about her going to see her new next door neighbor who is a witch. She goes and asks for a fattening potion. She gets a growing potion instead....or maybe that was through mail-order. The witch came later.
I don't really know what I'm doing. I feel like I'm in a waiting mode. While I spend a few minutes every day on sketching, I also am thinking about the BBC (the Blunt Bible Club), a once-a-week club for elementary students I'm beginning in December. And then I think about my lack of income -- my husband works so hard. I so wish my writing and such were bringing something in. I keep telling him that one day he'll be a kept man. He looks forward to that day!
But as I wrote that I remember the story of one of my favorite authors -- Dick King-Smith. You might know a couple of his books. They were made into movies: Babe and The Water Horse.
Mr King-Smith didn't become an author until he was in his sixties! That always gives me hope. Before that he was an unsuccessful farmer and a teacher (and a few other things that I can't remember). I linked his autobiography on his name. It is called Chewing the Cud.
So, there's hope for me.