Well well well. It’s November. You know what that means? I’m jumping right out of Inktober and right into NaNoWriMo.
If you’ve been following this blog for a while (and I mean a while, I don’t think I’ve mentioned writing on this blog for at least a few months), you probably aren’t surprised that I’ll be writing, but also that I won’t be following the rules 100% again. This November I’ll be continuing a project (THE project) I’ve already started, but I’m hoping to get it finished.
Unlike with Inktober, I won’t be spamming my blog or Instagram. I think instead I’ll post weekly updates with the 4 x This Week Posts that I do every week. Well, I’m supposed to do those posts every week, but I keep forgetting. So I’m starting those up again too, I guess.
Goal: 51,000 words for the month, or 1,700 words a day.
Wish me luck, you guys.
P.S. It’s like 6:44 p.m. on Nov. 1, and I think I’m already gonna be behind. Oh dear.
So one time as a sophomore in high school, a person I knew told our class of 20-ish people that I was really good at drawing. So of course I ended up drawing in front of a bunch of people to prove my drawing skills. And of course, it was a dragon.
It was one of the crappiest dragons—no, one of the crappiest THINGS—I had ever drawn. Notebook paper, no references or prep, sub-par sophomore drawing skills: recipe for disaster. Plus I rushed it, since apparently sophomore me thought that “really good at drawing” was equivalent to “really fast at drawing.” Just, cringe-and-crumple worthy. And I think everyone around me knew it too.
The person who had praised my drawing skill, however, continued to stick to his original claim. As I drew, he said things like, “It’s a DRAGON,” and “Oh, of course she’s adding SHADING,” like he was impressed and all other arguments were invalid and this dragon was not the equivalent of a four-year-old drawing a slug.
I don’t know if he thought my drawing was actually good or if he was just being nice or if he felt it was too late to back out on his original statement. For the longest time afterwards I wanted to go up to him and say, “Sorry for drawing you a shitty dragon,” but I didn’t, because awkwardness + too much time had passed + he probably forgot.
But thank you, person, for believing in my drawing, and sorry for dropping the ball on that one.
Also, dragon today does not have scales beyond the chicken-feet because I Procrastinated™