Insanity, Draw 30 and A Smug Teenager...

So, in a fit of simultaneous insanity and geniosity, I have decided to join a group of creatives for the Draw30 challenge. For someone that considers themselves more of a writer, I must admit that the prospect of producing 30 pieces of art (that will be subsequently posted on the internet amidst the brain-children of actual artists) was more than a little daunting, especially when one considers that most of them have been drawing since before I was born. But ho hum, pig's bum...what's life without a little bit of risk of pubic humiliation, eh?

On a happier note, I am pleased to announce that my efforts thus far have been deemed acceptable and I must admit that there is some part of myself (a rather smug part, to be honest) that is quite pleased. There you have it. I've gone and said it : I - the teenage so-called 'writer' with the oversized arse - am pleased with my own drawings.

I'll never hear the end of it...