Spleck: Creyonah Special #13


Love. 

That's what this one is about.

Metaphorically of course, because there ain't no way that a bird and a fish are gonna fall in love, if there is such a thing in animal kind.

But here today, which is set on Spleck, which used to have a different name once, before it was bought and sold by one of its people.

And this new management made sweeping changes that the people who lived there never saw coming.

Not that the new owner cared in the least.

It was his to do with as he pleased and this is what he pleased to do.

Or should I have let the drawing speak for itself because it's more eloquent than me?

I mean, I certainly could have as I think that this one really spoke well for me, but I need the words and a drawing only blog doesn't seem like something that I should be creating.

And you get that that other bird is jealous of the lovers right?

I have plenty of room for improvement in expressions.

Also am I alone in thinking that I could have done without the pencil in the sun?

It wouldn't seem right to me to not have a pencil or tool of writing/art/other somewhere in the drawing.

But if I continue to improve, which I know that I will, I'll improve past Spleck.

Maybe.

It could happen.

No, it will.

Then again, it's not the worst thing to put in the drawing when Spleck has been about the pencil most.

And how's that for the branches? I can now draw branches that look halfway good.

Oh, branches are like the easiest thing in the history of the world to draw and the fact that it's taken me this long to not be terrible at them says a lot about me as an artist.

Only, as you remember, I've taken to calling myself a man who draws.

Or was that just something I've written about in my Book Of Fish which I am not posting this year.

But I will next year unless my fictional adventurer's journal totally takes over the prose as my Book Of Fish took over this one.

As for the flipside, that's a good little birdie too.

Yes, I need a lot of work on feet, not just with people, who I don't practice on like I should, but with animals and other things too.

Why did I just frown when I said other things? What could be triggering about those two words.

Hmm.

Well, that's it. I only have one more Special to come. I''l be back to regular Creyonah come Wednesday as life returns me to the city that I love living in.

The one that most energizes me.

Though I've done okay out here, in an undisclosed location, which is why you've been getting the Specials because the regulars that I have are on my phone and I don't have the wherewithal to deliver those.

Not that I've given you any reason to complain.

If anything, I've given you reason to look more forward to what I am delivering here.

Though that could just be me.

Too much boo-hoo-ism?

I don't think so, but we are often too easy on ourselves. I know that I am.

Though I'm not too easy on myself when it comes to the MIllioncy right? 

That's nigh improbable to the extreme because what kind of fool takes to thinking that writing a million words in a single year is a feat that a normal futting writer can accomplish?

And then goes out and makes it a certainty with less than 72,000 words to write and another 36 days after today, which isn't done yet?

Me, that's who!

Be well.


Charles Petrie

Date
11-25-19

Time 
17:21-17:58=37

Word Count
627



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