YUP! I get it... I used to line up materials as a kid, crayons, pencils, felt tips, scissors and that horrendous glue that smelled of rotting sticklebacks, desperate to transfer what lived in my head on to the page, but alas something was always lost in translation...
Your school art story made me chuckle tbh as one of my 'go to' stories was about my art teacher in secondary school Mr Sizer, a wretch of a man, who had failed/frustrated artist cliché written all over him. He hated kids too!
After grading our homework assignment and handing them back out, he screwed up my forlorn, messy picture of a shoe and bounced it off my forehead!!!
Kids today think they have it tough!
When it comes to artistic endeavours though, the picture you paint with words, especially when translating an emotional story, loosely based on real events, to the page, it speaks to the reader as if it were a Van Goch... Just leave your ears alone... 😜
I will call for my eggs in the New year...
I'm not sure what you mean by loosely based on real events. I'll have you know that every word is gospel!:)
And what's with the EggS? I said Egg!
Good to see you around.