Sometimes I get so excited to write a scene that I absolutely cannot stand the wait to see it printed on a page. I become so filled with inspiration, and with limited time (or attention span…I write very slowly), I sit down with a pencil and lined paper.
What comes from this is never good. I swear, I have a folder filled with sketches of characters in the midst of scenes I was too lazy to write. If only I could draw, this wouldn’t be so much of a problem.
Oh, believe me, I’ve taken peeks at many an art and drawing class. I’ve poked my head into doors, blinked several times, then dashed down the hall in terror of what awaited me inside—rooms upon rooms of people who have a knack for drawing. I honestly don’t have the courage to be the one mediocre kid in a so called “beginner’s” art course, so I remain silent about the matter.
Maybe it’s that I should learn to form the pictures in my brain into words faster. I should learn to type a thousand words a minute, too, and give up writing on paper because that’s just hopelessly slow. I don’t really know. I don’t have an answer to my writing/drawing conundrum, and probably never will. All I know is this: if you can write and draw, you’re truly gifted, my friend.
Simon Said:
on September 10, 2006 at 9:37 pm
Seems like you’ve got the hang of posting stuff. I’m off again till the end of the week sometime, but I just wanted to quickly pop my nose in and see whats going on. I see you’ve closed your FP account. I’m going to persist a bit longer with FP, but maybe not for ‘Cradle to the Slave,’ as it’s hardly made a big spash there. Actually I’m really annoyed that I’m away so much just now. There is so much I want to get on with!!! It’ll just have to wait I guess… Grrrr!
Actually I’d like to pick your mind sometime about ‘Cradle’ as I want to re-draft a bit as I re-post it on its new blog. Hope you don’t mind me taking liberties with your mind like that
This post reminds me that I used to be able to draw quite well… unfortunately I’ve let me meager talent stagnate over recent years – to the point thats it’s all but gone. Oh, depression…
Anyway, speak to you soon
Simon