Practice Makes Perfect ~ A 100-word essay
Practice Makes Perfect
Practice makes perfect, they say. Who are “they”? I keep practicing and all I keep getting is crooked eyes and lopsided faces! Perfect? Not me and it never will be. I’ve tried to draw everything from puppies to faces and they just don’t turn out right. So much shading it looks like they fell down the chimney right before I started sketching ‘em, or arms and legs that were victims of a thrasher. I try to try and continue to try. Practice makes perfect, they say. Dear They, I’m practicing my aim. It’s just about perfect!