Well, he was bound to make an appearance within the pages of my art journal, though I didn’t get him quite right. Still, it’s nice to get that out of my system, especially since he was the one who got me writing again, after a ten year hiatus. Why the hiatus? Well, life happened. I was miserable though I didn’t know why – till I started writing again, and the house hasn’t been tidy since.
So if you don’t recognize him (it’s hard because I drew the eyes too large), it’s Richard Armitage, from one of his first selfies on Twitter last year. I should have picked a better picture, but it is what it is.
Today also marks the day that someone on Wattpad was brave enough to tell me what was not quite right with my novel in progress, Loving Ashe. I basically took the cowardly way out with the ending. Instead of writing the ending I really wanted, which was quite like “killing” my darling protagonist, I made everything just right and perfect. No whoa! you didn’t! factor definitely. And I’m glad she pointed it out because it’s been bugging me all this time – why I took an otherwise perfect novel and gave it such a blah ending when I already had three chapters of that finale done and dusted.
But at least it’s still a work in progress though. It just means maybe this time, I’m writing the ending as it was meant to be. And wouldn’t you know it? That novel started out as a Daily Prompt writing challenge right here on my blog exactly two years ago – with Richard Armitage in mind, no less!
I read somewhere that looking at beautiful and happy people who are way cooler than you on social media can leave a person depressed. I remember scoffing at that because the only social media for me has been Twitter (not too many pictures there), Wattpad (we’re writers so there are more words than anything) and occasionally, Facebook (to catch up with family back home though I can never forget my brother, a former fashion photographer, say that we were an ugly bunch – maybe he was joking but it stuck).
Anyway, all that was before I fell right into the rabbit hole that is Instagram. And after looking at picture after picture of people who are obviously way cooler than I am with their flawless selfies, and where one man’s picture of his big toe can get thousands of likes because even his big toe is way cooler than me, it hit me: I’m totally not worthy!
So yesterday instead of another drop-dead model or beautiful person constantly pouting (it’s kinda the in thing, I guess), I decided I’d draw someone I actually knew – like, in real life. Someone really cool and approachable. She’s not perfect but as far as I know she’s as real as they come.
Open the first photo album you can find — real or virtual, your call — and stop at the first picture of yourself you see there . Tell us the story of that photo.
I didn’t have my coffee yet when I read that prompt above so I ended up posting about the Chocolate Hills of Bohol instead. That, and my mind was not exactly on writing a prompt at the moment, but writing chapter 25 of my novel and not losing the momentum after reading a snarky-sounding reply on an innocent comment I made last night (that is bugging me at the moment).
Oh, and the many thoughts that are coming to me about Ridley Scott’s movie Prometheus, which I saw for the first time last night – I’m so sorry I listened to the critics slamming it as really bad, but I actually liked it. Greek mythology, DNA, Christian themes again and again, and aliens emerging from the surrogate womb? Well, blow me – deep inner thoughts were sure to follow by the time I finished watching it at 3 am.
So anyway, where was I? Oh, yes, write a story about the first picture I come across – me.
So here’s the pic:
And here’s the story:
The only story to go with this picture is that it was taken last week, during my birthday dinner. The little guy and I are about to blow out the candles and I decided to take a selfie. The little guy never really did start smiling till this year. Before that, he seemed to just stare at the camera or somewhere else, and not do anything – it broke my heart each time because to me, he seemed lost.
This year, he’s learned to smile for the camera and he likes to feel my teeth with his fingers when we do our usual selfie shots around town. He’s more engaging now and of all the presents that day – and every day for that matter – his smile is my favorite of all.