Twas late one night, and stormy
When our bard first realised
That telling tales of others,
When deeply analysed,
Wasnt as fulfilling
As he had first surmised.
He packed his bags and made a vow
To venture out alone
Into the world and find a tale
That he could call his own.
His Mumsy gave him a packed lunch
Of cheese and raisin scone.
His mind made up, his cheese at hand,
His door flung open wide,
Drenched quickly by the pouring rain
He turned and stepped inside.
No shame, he thought, in waiting
For the torrent to subside.
Twas bright one morn, and sunny
When our bard first left his home.
He kissed his Mum
A Paranoid Night Before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even mouse.
The Paranoid Puff sat curled up in her chair
In fear that St Nicholas soon would be there.
She dared not close her eyes, nor rest down her head
In case he would find her asleep on the bed,
And laugh at her favourite pink bunny pyjamas,
Then take many pictures in full panorama
To publish them all on his internet site.
No, Paranoid Puff would not slumber this night.
Poor old Puff knew the jolly fat man didnt like her
And would give her gifts to some hairy great biker.
What can I say about me? I'm a 31-year-old woman who suddenly got the desire to learn how to draw manga. So, I got out my 'how to draw manga' book and started having a go. I'm a beginner, I don't know what I'm doing and I'm too old to be learning this stuff, but it's just far too much fun! I'm hoping over the years my offerings will get better and my deviantART page will become a nice little log of my journey from crazy lady who carries Crayola pencils around in her bag to, well, crazy lady who still carries pencils around but actually draws good pictures with them.
Current Residence: UK Favourite genre of music: Rock/Metal MP3 player of choice: iPod
The last couple of years have been very good for me. I've had two beautiful baby boys, I've finished my university studies, and I've done quite a lot of writing. However the years have not been good to my deviantART account. I've uploaded no new art since my first son was born, my art magazines and books are left unread, and my expensive markers are going unused. But 2013 holds new hope. With my degree finished, my boys sleeping through the night and a whole host of new story ideas that need characters the stage is set for a good year of drawing. Will I do a sketch every day? Probably not, but I did one yesterday, and I plan to do another one