I'm not normally a person who bemoans who they are - tried that once, realised it was doing me no favours, hammered it out of my head fairly quickly - but if there is one thing I really regret about my talents and abilities, it's that I've never been very good at drawing.
Though words have always been my first and foremost love in life, there are few things I love more than a good illustration. Not only does the obvious devotion, effort and determination of the artist impress me, but seeing things words brought to life in full glory before me is a feeling I love. Especially when the aforementioned wonder is an illustration from a favourite book or movie.
I haunt an alarming number of art websites around the web - there are two of my favourites, Elfwood and Meadowhaven down in the "Places of Pure Epicness" link roll at the bottom of the blog - and, without fail, every time I see a piece of art that makes my eyes boggle out of my head like a surprised pug, I always think exactly the same thing.
"I wish I could draw like that."
Unfortunately for me, drawing does not come easily. Though I can very often picture what I want in my head very clearly, when it comes to picking up the pencil, paintbrush or octopus tentacle to draw the blasted thing, it never comes out right. Though I long to produce accurate, expressionate images of the various wonders that I see behind my closed eyelids, stick men and potato-headed creatures that look like something out of Picasso's worst fever dream are the usual results.
Even still life is beyond me; about two years ago we were drawing from one in Art class, and my teacher came up behind me and said "Wow, Charley, that's a lovely cupcake!"
I was drawing a pomegranate.
However, I do believe in the saying that one can't have everything. Heck, if there was a person in life who COULD do everything, then they would probably be accused of spying for an alien invasion force. Or been told to head back to the Rainbow Bridge, for Midgard has no need of gods right now.
On the other hand, I don't think that one should give up just because something doesn't come easily. If we did that, then the planet would be an exceedingly unproductive place. Though my resolutions are seldom held fervently for long, I have decided to practice drawing so that I can fulfill that whispering little desire in the back of my head.
It won't be "I wish I could draw like that". It's going to be "I'll learn to draw like that".
They say challenges can be character building. In this case, I plan to do this quite literally. I've always wanted to draw my own characters - not in the least so I could stop them magically altering their appearances throughout the course of a story - but also, just like writing, for the enjoyment of it.
They say the pen is mightier than the sword. Let's hope I wield the former better than I have proved myself with the latter.
And what about you? Is there any talent or skill you wish you had? Have any of you ever been in a similar situation to me? Did you improve by trying? How hard was it? Leave a comment and let me know!