I often get suggestions for stories but have yet to meet someone keen enough to put pen to paper. My skills as a writer are pretty limited, so although I have a bank of ideas, a creative story arc is unlikely to flow from my grey matter.
My sister in-law once wrote a short story about a seagull in Edinburgh. I have sketched the character but need to spend find some time illustrating the landscapes for the background – something that doesn’t come as easy to me as character design.
After doodling a few rabbits and posting them to Facebook a few months back, my sister in-law’s mother penned the first paragraph of a possible story (clearly writing is a family trait). I liked her intro and thought I’d post it here – it was an excuse to draw more animals!
Perhaps, if someone feels the urge, they could draft another paragraph or two – it would make a nice little series of blog posts! So , Nicky, thanks for your contribution….
We rabbits are numerous, though like icebergs and Russian spies we are more under than over ground.
We have a long history of storytelling – from the epic Watership Down, through Peter Rabbit and of course the proverbial Bre’r Rabbit.
Some might think hares are more elegant – but we don’t waste our time gazing at the moon. While they gaze, we graze. Hares are distractible, hence their inability to win races against tortoises; we rabbits can not only beat a tortoise, we have even won races against Porsches – those loud, often red animals who drink evil smelling liquids and regurgitate humans.
Unlike you humans, we teach our young by telling stories – a flat screen cannot convey the detail, especially moral and emotional, of a good story told by Granny or Aunty.
Here follows the fabled rabbit story of how William Rabbit won a race against one of these Porsches, which I believe has never before been translated into a human language.
If you think you can see where this story is going…why not get in touch?
A friend at work had an idea to write a children’s book about a short sighted hippo…tonight I thought I’d sketch him. I’m still warming up (so to speak) and have yet to sit in front of the computer to scan and ink. It’s been nearly 8 months since I’ve felt remotely inclined to draw. Instead, I’ve been putting all my energy into photography. But a couple of weeks ago I did a small job for the English Speaking Cancer Association and their annual Paddle for Cancer dragon boat race! I suppose this gave me the boost I needed to open the pencil case!
This cartoon was inspired by my recent trip to Canada, but seems equally appropriate for the UK at the moment. I’m certainly unused to extreme cold weather and although it was a relatively balmy -14 degrees Celcius in Canada, I suffered from chill blains on my fingers and frost nip on my legs.
Every morning we discussed the temperature over breakfast then dressed accordingly. The mere act of getting dressed for a day out in Canada is a process in itself, and there is something to be said for an organised approach. It wasn’t until the third or fourth day of the holiday that I realised you need to have all your essentials ready first. Then and only then should you get on with the business of donning your outdoor gear. Even when I’d mastered that element, it was another day or so before I learnt to avoid expiration by putting my had, scarf and coat on last. Yes, I’m slow!