(Some people’s muses may be prettier than mine, and some may be less prone to slithering into bogs; but mine can hold up to 48 pencils at once. DOODLEMUSE WINS.)
I have been told to mention that actualdoodles are so called because I do them directly in pen without any planning, stream-of-consciousness style; apparently I have not mentioned this and it Should Be Known. Mind you the same person thinks the ideal partner in a crocodile’s tea party is Abraham Lincoln, so.
Gosh so I never meant to just leave that story there! To recap, Emily swam into a platypus, which lost its beak in the crash; she took it to her doctorfish friend, but the operation resulted in a rhino head, which it didn’t much like (though as far as I can tell, platypuses are grumpy creatures who really don’t like much of anything). Now the platypus is swimming off in a huff, or trying to, only Emily is a difficult rhino to shake.
Pfft whoever said a picture is worth a thousand words clearly was not reading my blog. I demand a rewrite – “A picture conveys about half a sentence, at least when it concerns the adventures of underwater rhinoceroses” would be much more accurate!
I don’t think the colour worked on this one unfortunately – I just wanted a slight hint of colour on the Knids, but you really can’t dilute Tombows as much as I had wanted to…
So this is a filthy cheat but I had no time to doodle today; and since this is my current bookmark (and I did doodle it), and I had no time to blogdoodle because I was going to my poetry group, it is at least sort of thematically appropriate.
A poetry group in this instance, incidentally, is exactly like a book group, only for people with short attention spans. It’s great!