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Life Lesson: Use it or Lose it!

Let’s start with a picture that I drew back in 1999 or thereabouts. I was in college then, studying a mixture of science and humanities. I dabbled with art just for fun. Sometimes I drew doodles of animals and mailed them (in an envelope with a STAMP, can you imagine?!) to my sister. One time I sent her a cartoon about “Dangerous Alley Rabbits.”

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Now, I’m not going to claim that this is great art. I was never great at art. But I’m pretty sure that I couldn’t sketch a scene with alley rabbits that’s even as “good” as that now. See, I quit drawing for fun. In the last few years I’ve done a bit of painting, but I am not in the habit of sketching or doodling anymore.

And it shows, as you can see from this 2019 doodle:

That little bird has personality, but it also has . . . problems? It’s not like I can draw from my memories of holding a pencil twenty years ago; I’ve forgotten how to do it.

That’s my lesson for February: if you don’t lose your skills, you may lose them. I think this is the flip side of the saying that “practice makes perfect.” You need to practice not just so you progress, but so that you don’t regress. This applies to music, to art, and (I think) to writing.

So keep writing! (Or drawing, or stitching, or otherwise making.) Use it or lose it!



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Halloweensie 2018: “The Halloween Guest.”

Later, maybe I’ll make a proper introduction post. But today, I’m going to jump right into blogging with my entry for Susanna Hill’s “Halloweensie” contest. Here it is, my 100 word Halloween story:

“The Halloween Guest”

 

Halloween night was stormy. Grimalkin huddled under a dripping bush. Shiver!

When the witch’s cottage door cracked open, he took his chance and ran inside. Warmth! Light!

“Shoo, cat!” grumbled Tansy the witch.  A howl of the wind softened her heart: “You can stay, but just for the night.”

Grimalkin explored. So much to see: jars of herbs; bottles of potions; bubbling cauldron!

Sniff! That potion didn’t smell right. Grimalkin tipped a little catnip in and stirred clockwise. Better!

Tansy tasted the potion. “Sweet! With magic like that, you’d be a great familiar. What do you say?”

“Purr!” said Grimalkin.

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Welcome!

Welcome to the Thousand Acre Wood! Why that name, you wonder? Because I live in a town blessed with an enormous municipal park. I don’t know whether there are really 1,000 acres of wooded land in Bidwell Park, but there certainly is a magnificent forest right in the middle of our little city.

I won’t promise to update this blog regularly, but I do hope to use it for contest entries, announcements about upcoming publications, and thoughts about what I’m reading. Thanks for reading and following!