Doodling Again

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For some reason hands and eyes are the hardest bits for me to draw when drawing people. I’m okayish when doing simpler drawings like the first one in this slideshow, but get to drawings where there is an actual face involved, or better yet, an angled face, I’m screwed. Have you noticed that the woman’s hand is hidden?

You do not want to know how many times I had to redraw this image before I managed to get the eyes mostly in line. I’ve also found that upon cropping, disproportionate features look even more so!

Anyway, the only way to get around this is for me to keep practising, which is what I’m doing. So I’ll keep drawing and writing and screaming at wonky eyes and writers block because apparently that is what happens to people when they decide to take a creative route as a serious option for what they want to do with their lives.

Let me know that I’m not alone. Tell me about your creative tantrums below. Go on! Vent!

A Short Post With A Dragon And A Poem


I’ve never considered myself much of an artist but I love to doodle, and those books called ‘How To Draw…’ suit me really well. This particular doodle is based on a design by Paul Bryn Davies from his book ‘How To Draw Dragons in Simple Steps.’ It’s not completely finished, but I’m pretty happy with where it is now.

This weekend I hit 50,000 words for Darkened Daughter so I decided to treat myself to some sketching. I’m awful at drawing straight from my brain, I have to have some image or picture in order to get the proportions right, but I still find it a great way to unwind.



This is my world.

Swirling, spinning, stretching…


Here, the mountains grow from seeds

sewn from goblin hands.

Those not cared for

become hunched and crag faced.

Ugly black stone

with jagged snatches of flint

dug in too deep

for uprooting.

The trees arrived after.

Fully grown they wandered in,

branches creaking with fatigue,

too tired to wander any further.

They only stopped to rest a short while.

Like me.

The river?

The river I can’t say.

It was here before me

but not after.

When I go

it will long have dried up.

Snaked up into itself with a slurp.

The birds, I think, know.

They were here back then.

Ask the owls.

They always know more than they tell.

Ben Sinclair

Drawing by Lydia Eykelestam

At 15 years of age, Ben Sinclair loves everything about art, including many different types of media, such as digital, ink, paints, pencils and much more. Based in Kent, Ben is going through his GCSE years, becoming increasingly more into the art course and the opportunity it brings. In the future, he would like to become a concept artist or illustrator for the game and film industry.

Other hobbies such as football and music also take up a good chunk of his free time – practising for his grade 6 piano exam and training for his local football club, Ashford United. He loves the thought of making illustrations and is regularly updating his own art blog!

Antonia Brennan


Antonia Brennan was born in Shropshire, and after moving 9 times around the UK, she has finally settled right where she started off; Shropshire, England. She is currently working as a family carer, and has no fancy art degree, just a simple B in art, given by some crummy Secondary school (that she shall never publicise since its a terrible establishment).

As well as drawing, Antonia is a hobby photographer; with a quickly developing wordpress site which is growing alongside her confidence about her work! So much so, that in the future she hopes to complete a professional photography course at college, and maybe start a small business. She is also completing her Grade 5 in both classical and theatrical singing and has been requested to teach music at her local music academy!

Exciting times!