I’m working on character development for a project….
Her name is Chastity.
“Harrum,” said Captain Mole to himself as he pulled his mushroom-boat to the stream’s edge. It was such a sunshiny, bright day, and the water was so clear and bubbly. Master Robin Redcoat was composing an opera in the branches of his maple tree, and the lazy crickets hummed a chorus as they warmed up their wing-violins. The bulrushes nodded in the breeze, and the soft cottony clouds drifted as though they had all the time in the world to get where they were going.
It was a day meant for boating. And Captain Eusebius Mole, being the sensible fellow that he was, took his leaf-oar and started out.
Someone asked me the other day if I drew scenery. I haven’t– not really. I could probably count on one hand the number of attempts I’ve done. But here’s an original piece I have (almost) finished as of today.
I’m beginning to notice a pattern. When I have a reason for drawing things, I can draw things. When I tell myself, ‘okay, now sit down and draw things’, nothing happens. I stare at the paper and scribble a few halfhearted things that I’m never satisfied with. The pieces that I am happy about? Those come when I’m drawing for someone, or for something. This particular piece was made to fit in a picture frame in my room, for instance.
I think I will be doing this more often.