I don't know what is the matter. The FUNKY has left the building. Those funky eyed ponies i cannot see anymore. They are not talking to me. How I wish they would (what did I say lol!)
I do keep trying. Their legs might be wobberly and out of proportion and their body's may be a long and strange shape . . . BUT I DO TRY. And soon i hope i succeed.
Its not just the drawing. It is the writing. That ability to have words just COME TO ME. Humour seemed easy? Yet here i am re-reading. proof reading. contemplating if even what i wote here is strong enough. Im trying. And Im hopeful. One day i hope it becomes second nature again. Until then . . . I practice til i manage. Perfect is not an option. I just want to be ABLE!!!
