The Art of Doodling

"Look at my new picture," Charlotte said, thrusting her drawing notebook into my hands. I duly admired the latest brilliant drawing, stifling a sigh. If only I could draw even half as well as her. But art wasn't one of my talents.

"Girls, come and have a look at this," Mum said a few days later. "Look at this blog."

We rushed into her room and looked at the computer screen. Beautiful pictures filled the screen, brightly coloured and elegant.

"Wow," we gasped. "They're gorgeous."

"And so easy to draw," Mum add. "They're just doodles. You draw them with a pen. I'd like to try drawing some."

"Me too," Sophie chimed in.

"And me," Gemma-Rose piped up.

I didn't say anything, but made up my mind to have a go as soon as possible. That very evening, I sat down with a drawing pad and a pen, ready to start. Putting pen to paper, I carefully started drawing. Soon I was engrossed in the picture. I hardly noticed time passing until suddenly my paper was filled and my first doodle was done.

I rushed to show it to Mum, who was quite impressed. I had to admit that I was quite pleased too. It wasn't too bad for a girl who couldn't draw.

The next day I added another doodle to my book, then another. Then I doodled a special doodle for Wattle Day. I couldn't stop drawing them. But wait! Wasn't I the girl who couldn't draw?

Well, I still don't think that I can draw. I can't draw a picture so lifelike that it seems about to step off the page, like my aunt does. I can't draw beautiful, less lifelike, characters like my sister. But I can doodle. Anyone can doodle. Can you?

P.S. Sorry, the pictures aren't very good quality.