Spleck: Creyonah Special #10

An inker I am not, as you can no doubt tell by looking at the floating eye.

But I've done worse with ink and did not feel that this was a bad drawing because of  my effort.

Plus that would be a wasted page and I've had enough of that.

Does it look like a word balloon to you?

That wasn't the aim, but as I look at it now, it looks more like a word balloon than just a box around the eye.

Of course maybe he is speaking the eye into this dimension and the hapless circle thingie was just minding his own business and just chanced upon the wicked sorceror doing his vile thing of freeing his mistress.

And there's the beginning of a story thanks to the latest drawing.

Of course, it's easy to start one but not so easy to finish it.

Can writers do like they do in baseball and have starters, openers and closers?

I'd make a great opener and am a good starter.

I just need some solid arms to come out of the pen.

Ha.

Le Sigh.

That's another good head, for me.

Maybe it's not for a proper artist, but for me, who is just a man who draws, it is.

And that's definitely the head of a hero if you ask me, not that you were, but I'm pretending you were.

Yes, yesterday's flipside head was better with more detail but that's still a good head.

And the more that I practice drawing the heads, the better I will get.

I will have to do the same with the bodies, which are defiantly the weakest part of my drawing.

Or is that the weakest part of my weak skillsets?

I am just a man who draws, but as man who just draws, I'm pretty good.

imo, obviously.

And seeing how far I've come from the beginning of my drawing, I can only wonder how good I'll be in thirty years.

Yeah, I'm going to draw until I can't by reason of disease or sickness.

And probably death.

I think I can write as a ghost, but not as an artist because I've just been writing for longer.

This will be the twentieth year of my writing.

I wish I could say the same about my drawing.

But I can't.

Still, I have reason to be proud of what I draw and will continue to do it until I am barred from it.

Ha!

That won't happen of course, because I ain't a shitty artist.

I am just a man who draws and that's not something that would be illegalized!

Yes, that's a word.

Phew!

I was just looking at the time I have remaining on the charge and upon closer inspection, I have more than enough to do what I need to do, which is to finish the day at 4000 words.

I stepped outside

As became my wont

When here I was

In the latter days of Summer yes

Despite the cold and snow

That rested close to the door

And I looked to the sky and smiled

For I often feel

The better yes

When I step outside

And catch the feels

That inspire me

To write but well

But that all changed

When I caught sight

Of the looking eye

That hung in the sky

And looked down on me

Leaving me to loudly gulp

And quickly retreat

Where it is safe

Damn, that would be creepy, seeing a single eye, looking down at me.

And the inside would not be safe.

Not when the eye is able send avatars of itself down to the ground that would laugh at the security of a normal door

Though what they would want with a man who draws, is anyone's guess, but this would be the peril that this fictionalized me would find himself in.

Boo!

Well, I could keep on writing but the night is over and I am done.

Be well.

Charles Petrie

Date
11-21-19

Time 
Long Forgotted

Word Count

665