I had an epiphany this past weekend: Inktober has given me a taste of what novice writers must feel when trying NaNoWriMo for the first or second time.
The amazing artwork some people scribble in a matter of minutes is intimidating. I caught myself giving advice to young artists:
“Stay AWAY from those ‘meh, this artwork only took me, like, 10 minutes and I was half asleep’ would-be da Vincis. Jeez. I get it. I’ve written sonnets in 10 minutes flat and amazed people struggling to write a limerick. I know I could write a BETTER sonnet with more effort. I demur.
It’s not intentional; we don’t say these things to each other to discourage and make them give up. We tend to be overly dismissive of our own talents, and it’s an evil thing to admit to when others are in awe and complimenting us. We all need to learn to accept compliments more graciously and not try to make dismissive little excuses for what we do well.”
This one took me about 20 minutes (hah! Kidding…) and another ten to clean up the photo’s background in an app called back Background Eraser and another called SaveAsJpeg (to turn the transparent background white), so that I could crop the image as a square without weird shadows and bits of living room carpet swatch.
The inspiration came from a few minutes of writing with a colleague in Facebook about fending off zombie henchmen with a bottle of 151 and a Bic lighter. I was drinking coffee at the time, but thinking this past week might take a little more booze than your average zombie killer. How much would it take to DROWN a zombie horde? Somehow, I went from there to collapsing in a martini spa. Tranquil, or just tired?