#inktober
It's October. The autumn month. I see Challenge after Challenge fly by storm. A few I grab with both hands. Others I watch from an appropriate distance. They excite. I could really use the stimulus and the distraction.
Shall I?
The inktober yields such beautiful works of art. How much I'd love to dive in and join. I used to be able to do it. Sign. I'm making an attempt on Friday, October 16th. My hand will not obey. Frustration makes me decide it's not worth it. The umpteenth acceptance of my failing skills. I'm gonna swing the bottle on the side.
Saturday, October 17th, my hand is a little more obedient. With a little willpower and patience, I swing my second attempt as a combination of the rocket and the storm straight into the pool.
With the note that I absolutely do not suffer from fancies, but that I find it difficult to resist challenges.

A rocketshot in the storm