My Greatest Downfall
This is entirely short and entirely too rushed, but it’s been bothering me for days! I think I’m a half-decent writer. I’ve had some tell me I could even be great. Makes me all warm and fuzzy inside, really. But, I’ve run up against something that I can’t write. I can’t write Christmas with all my characters.
And, what’s worse is I can’t draw worth a lick. I used to be able to, but I’m too much of a perfectionist to do it any more. It’s incredibly frustrating, especially when I want to have a cute little blurb on Kira, Rashir, Liam, and Kat all sitting down to a nice Christmas dinner. Or ripping open presents. Or something. It’s a little hard to do, especially since it’s their facial expressions I’m most invisioning…Gah!
So, those of you who possess the talent of drawing, I’m eternally jealous. I can paint a picture with words, but sometimes a picture is WORTH a thousand words. That was never so true as now… Alas, I fail. And I have to run to work.
Posted on December 16, 2011, in Musing and tagged anti-drug, bow chika blarg honk, brain dead, Calypso, fantasy, life, musings, nerdliness, S. G. Ricketts, science fiction, the crazies, The Real Cinderella, writing. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.