Now that I have vented a bit, I do have a post to link to the blog hop Six Sentence Stories - Epic. Thanks Denise, of Girlie on the Edge's Blog for continuing week after week to host this blog hop.
Placement was critical as was the intensity, but that came through practice, otherwise the end result might be an epic failure.
It was late, but she wanted to do as many drawings as possible, and she actually enjoyed this artistic venture even though she was a novice in such an attempt as this one.
As she turned her attention back to the quick sketch she had made in the classroom and then to the paper waiting for her final strokes, she took a deep slow breath and then lifted her pen.
Carefully she dipped the nib into the container of black India Ink, but as she lifted the pen to finish her drawing of a paramecium she had seen under the lens of the microscope, the worst thing possible happened.
As the too heavily loaded nib was ready to touch the paper, a splat of ink dropped and spread like a fast moving amoeba away from the fine penciled guide line, causing her to immediately feel what could only be described as despair knowing this paper would have to go into the trash.
She had been looking forward to wrapping up this project and then getting some sleep, but now she faced the realization that unless she wanted a lesser grade, she would be up until almost midnight, unless of course her next one met the same fate.