So, you know there are these books that have these tips for artists - write down your ideas, draw this like this, use shapes, blah, blah, blah? Quite interesting. Sometimes helpful.
I had just read one of those books. 'Cartooning for Kids' it was called. A little below my level, but helpful, nonetheless. I had never thought of writing down my ideas before. Normally, they'd just hit me, and I'd revel in my own wit and humour, and then, when I'd take my drawing book out later, I'd conveniently forget what I thought up. So, lately, I'd taken to writing my ideas for comic strips down.
When I could, at least.
That was the most annoying thing - I'd be taking a shower, singing 'Rolling in the Deep' loudly, when something would hit me. A brilliant, brilliant thought; and I'd be in the shower. By the time I get out, I'd have lost the train of thought.
Even worse is when I'm almost asleep, and bugged. One of those days where everything annoys you, and you go to sleep angry that you're stuck with a bunch of idiots in your life. So, I'd be chucking hypothetical knives at the offender in my head, when I would ask myself a question, a question actually directed at the people of the world, questioning certain ethics and principles, but I wouldn't be able to write it down to remember to ask people that question, because I, of course, would be on the brink of sleep.
Physics class. I'm listening to my teacher talk about solenoids and magnetic fields, I'm listening, but not quite, and it happens again. This time, I pull out my textbook from under the desk in a flash, and begin to write my idea down, when -
"Aicha, what are you writing?"
I give up, I really do.
I had just read one of those books. 'Cartooning for Kids' it was called. A little below my level, but helpful, nonetheless. I had never thought of writing down my ideas before. Normally, they'd just hit me, and I'd revel in my own wit and humour, and then, when I'd take my drawing book out later, I'd conveniently forget what I thought up. So, lately, I'd taken to writing my ideas for comic strips down.
When I could, at least.
That was the most annoying thing - I'd be taking a shower, singing 'Rolling in the Deep' loudly, when something would hit me. A brilliant, brilliant thought; and I'd be in the shower. By the time I get out, I'd have lost the train of thought.
Even worse is when I'm almost asleep, and bugged. One of those days where everything annoys you, and you go to sleep angry that you're stuck with a bunch of idiots in your life. So, I'd be chucking hypothetical knives at the offender in my head, when I would ask myself a question, a question actually directed at the people of the world, questioning certain ethics and principles, but I wouldn't be able to write it down to remember to ask people that question, because I, of course, would be on the brink of sleep.
Physics class. I'm listening to my teacher talk about solenoids and magnetic fields, I'm listening, but not quite, and it happens again. This time, I pull out my textbook from under the desk in a flash, and begin to write my idea down, when -
"Aicha, what are you writing?"
I give up, I really do.
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