The Dispatch: Original Version
(Paragraph 1) It’s getting crowded here in the whale belly (called Wha’bly by us locals). The dog population is booming. I don’t know how I’m going to feed this many critters, let alone keep their beds clean and dry, what with the whale’s digestive juices sloshing around.
(Paragraph 2) I did have a brief reprieve, however, of the sneezing-and-body-ache variety. The whale kicked me out for a few days, presumably to lower its internal mucous count.
(Paragraph 3) But I showed Wha’bly. I hid my pencil and eraser in the recesses of my costume. I then stole away from my sea-creature studio to draw dog cartoons even while I was sick.
(Paragraph 4) Yes, friends. I am that dedicated to dog doodles. I did not even mistake a single cartoon for a stiffish kleenex. Of this I am proud.
The Dispatch: Harmony-to-English Translation
(Paragraph 1) I am still sequested in my imaginary whale belly [Editor’s note: What if I only think it’s imaginary?] so that I may focus in a focused way on the illustrations for Chase the Ball. Dog drawings abound. They do not actually need to be fed.
(Paragraph 2) A cold was caught by me.
(Paragraph 3) Though I tried valiantly not to work while I battled said bug, I did work, but only when no one was looking. Certainly not when whales glanced my way.
(Pagragraph 4) I have not yet blown my nose on my art.
In Other News…
I have a fabulous announcement to make. Which I will make, as soon as Wha’bly lets me back in.
Me: “I swear I’m not contagious.”
Until the fateful day when I stop my random groans and sneezes, know this. If you are someone who…
- makes some kind of art,
- loves intuition, and
- gets stuck now and then in your art & your life
… I may have a solution for you. Woot! Or, as we say in Wha’bly: Woof!