Spleck: Creyonah Special #8


Yes, this had art on both sides of the page but I did not like the two heads that made up the art, so I did not snap a picture of the other side.

My drawings certainly look better on good paper than they do on lesser paper.

So there's some actual belief in this, but not to the degree that this particular scroll would have us believe.

Especially since he's being a jerk to the young brush and downplaying his talent.

Not that I have any experience with this kind of thinking.

Yeah, not at all.

😒

Again, I'm not overrating myself, I'll always be limited in what I can draw, but I have earned a place at the table.

As for the head that little Painty drew in the air, because this is what brushes can do on Spleck. I like it.

Were you expecting me not to?

For me that's a great bit of the art that I drew this morning, wishing right now that knew when I drew it this morning because I like to know when I do certain things 

Like when I draw, even though I have none this for my drawings for most of the year.

Le Sigh.

I have a half hour left to fill this page with words and I am feeling the slog and not the flow of words that would take me to the 774 words that I was hoping to reach.

And it's not even because I am feeling the fatigue that I am feeling.

There's only so much that I can write while keeping within range of the drawing.

Who is the flaming head?

And does he have a body to go with it?

I'm sure that he does, but poor little Painty isn't yet up to the task of giving him a body worthy of that head.

He'd like to be, but he's got to work at it. And might never be that good.

Sounds just like me.

And the drawing of heads are certainly a lot easier than bodies.

But I will get better! 

Not fingers crossed because it''s hard to draw with fingers crossed.

At least on the drawing hand.

Plus it's not the most comfortable thing to do, the crossing of fingers.

And no, I don't have the creaks in my hands as I've never had Carpal Tunnels or Arthritis.

"Fool! It is not the paper or the brush that determines the skill of the drawing, but the mind behind it, for it is the mind that guides the brush and has the patience to continue improving." The head said, much to the surprise of both his artist and the haughty scroll who thought little of the young brush.

"What? You're real? How? This is not possible You're just a drawing, you can't be talking to me like that." Scroll said as he began to stain his own self with the sweat of fear that the burning head was more than just a drawing, which he clearly was

And the drawing of heads are certainly a lot easier than bodies.

But I will get better! 

Not fingers crossed because it''s hard to draw with fingers crossed.

At least on the drawing hand.

Plus it's not the most comfortable thing to do, the crossing of fingers.

And no, I don't have the creaks in my hands as I've never had Carpal Tunnels or Arthritis.

"Fool! It is not the paper or the brush that determines the skill of the drawing, but the mind behind it, for it is the mind that guides the brush and has the patience to continue improving." The head said, much to the surprise of both his artist and the haughty scroll who thought little of the young brush.

"What? You're real? How? This is not possible You're just a drawing, you can't be talking to me like that." Scroll said as he began to stain his own self with the sweat of fear that the burning head was more than just a drawing, which he clearly was.

"Of course I'm real! I am Thuune and I entered the imagination of young Painty and he drew me here and on once my imagine was given time to settle, I could cross the distance between our dimensions and make my presence felt. And I despise bullies, which you surely are. Be thankful I am not vengeful or you feel my wrath, even though I am but a head, for now. Thuune said as he fixed Scroll an intense look like he wanted to deliver justice upon his head.

Scroll gulped hard. "I am no bully Thuune! I just believe what I believe and I have the right to speak my mind" He said forcefully, but frightened by the power of the not fully present head of the undeniably powerful stranger from afar.

Charles Petrie

Date
11-19-19

Time 
17:01-17:59=58 Minutes

Word Count
637





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