I want to share something with you : I can not draw.
And I don’t care, I truly don’t. In fact, more than that, it makes me happy.
I can make stuff: clothes and curtains and giant cardboard fridges ( but they aren’t exactly right, too big , too small, too untidy)
I can fix stuff: dishwasher, children, computers ( as long as they are only moderately broken and then, so often, they break again.)
I can write: words, sentences, novels (yet the more I read the more I see my faults and rewrite and rewrite and rewrite)
All of these things I know I could do better – so I work at them, try harder, make effort and be disappointed if I don’t quite hit the mark.
Not so with drawing.
What I see in my head NEVER translates to the page. So when I saw the fabulous sketches our SCBWI illustrators did on their very first SKETCH CRAWL I could just marvel at them. I don’t need to learn from them, because I’ll never be able to do that. I can just enjoy. So, I’m celebrating my rubbishness.