Doodles

I know this is true, because I’ve done a whole 30. I was a grouch. Also, don’t you wonder if Jack Sprat’s wife’s name was Jill? It all makes sense now, Mother Goose.

Here’s another one. I didn’t say they were all brilliant – nursery rhymes are wacky to begin with!

Just read this last night in Do Over by Jon Acuff and it’s totally messing with my mind in a good way. “Day one of our new adventure behind us, we are shocked to learn the hardest lesson of chasing a dream. When you go for it, you don’t escape fear, you land in it. Fear

I haven’t been blogging a ton, because lately, in any spare time I can grab, I’m deep in the throes of fairytale land. However, I’m still trying to doodle or write by hand at least once a day and out of one of those little blank paper and pen sessions came an idea to re-write

Sometimes my brain is weird, and this is the sort of thing that comes out. This poor little unicorn looks afraid. Possibly angry. He’s probably delicious, that’s why.

If hot dogs wore sweater vests and bow ties and hipster shades.

For some reason, I have dessert on the brain today.

Mind your peas.