It’s short story week, and we’ve been far too long without hearing from Beaufort! And if you don’t know who Beaufort, High Lord of the Cloverly Clan and thoroughly modern dragon is, you can catch up here. Otherwise read on for a few rambles, or catch his latest adventure here. Enjoy!
One thing I have always known, is that I am terrible at drawing. I failed art at school (somewhat like PE (sports), I doubt anyone knew it was possible to fail art until I came along). I have a terrible sense of proportion and no spatial awareness whatsoever. Hence, I spend a lot of time measuring and using spirit levels before drilling holes anywhere, as eyeballing it is not an option for me (and pictures are still usually wonky, because even if I get the holes in the right place, I can’t sit them straight), most of my photos have horizons with more angle than the Tower of Pisa, and cakes are never cut evenly.
And this generally doesn’t bother me. Drawing has never been a passion for me. I love other people’s drawings, and admire anyone who has the talent to create such beautiful things. It’s a wonderful thing to be able to do.
But. I have a dragon. And of all my characters, he’s the pushiest and the one I’d most like to see. Plus I can only illustrate his stories with so many cups of tea and slices of cake, especially as the latest one has no tea or cake in it. (Sorry, Beaufort.)
But I can’t draw. This is one of those truths I know about myself.
Like, I can’t dance. I’m no good at maths. I’m terrible at sport. I’m even at worse at small talk.
All these things I know, although, when I think about it, I’m not sure how I know. I dance at home and scare the cat, because I’m not one for going out. I haven’t had to do maths since I was at school. I haven’t played sports since I was at school. And I go into every social occasion so convinced that I can’t talk to people that I’m stressed out before I even begin.
The only one of these truths I’ve tested is the drawing.
Hands up, they’re not brilliant, and I’m not digging for compliments there. I can only draw his little dragon face at one angle, and it’s best you don’t look too closely at his paws. However, he is recognisably a dragon, which was more than I’d hoped for. So maybe I’m not as terrible at drawing as I thought.
Maybe I can still learn these things.
Of course, high levels of motivation will be required before I tackle sport or small talk. And I’ll probably keep the dancing at home, and the maths to my phone. But, y’know. I could try.
Truths. Aren’t they funny things, sometimes?
And, on that note – Beaufort looks at a truth he thought he knew about dragons in this week’s short story. Enjoy!
PS – the drawings are actually mostly of Gilbert. I’m still working on Beaufort.
Do you have any truths about yourself you’d like to test out? Let me know below!