If you get published, let us know, we're a proud lot around Mudcatville.

Um...I doodle, sometimes too much.

I once had a desk job which took me to hearings and tribunals and such where my notes were often riddled with strange and bizarre characters peaking out from around my handwriting. Cartoons, sometimes ridiculing the scene. It used to drive the office clerical person crazy. I was once asked to hand my notes to a labour arbitrator who was not amused at my ungenerous portrayal of the proceedings.

Truth is, I don't draw well at all, just goof off.

One of my older sisters could really draw. Back in the late 60s when she was teaching herself folksongs on the guitar, she wrote out scores of lyric sheets for stuff ranging from traditional to Joni Mitchell. When she gave it up she gave all her songs to me when I started playing. Our tastes were very different, but I kept her work and I'm glad I did. Cancer took her life, but I've got her songs, many with brilliant little vignettes in the margins. She also wrote and illustrated a short children's storybook for our little sister, designed stuff (including some guitar inlays for me), restored church paintings, and made greeting cards and such.

I can draw a bow and used to regularly compete in archery club shoots. We used to draw our drinking water straight from the lake. I draw the curtains because the neighbour lady has no life other than snooping on the weirdos next door.

Wish I could...sigh.

Peace, Mooh.