Singsong was a busy bee in the library today. She had brought her art kit and book notes for a day of creativity! It was going to be great. All her siblings were busy having their own adventures, Exp was off with his momma, and Blush was on a treasure hunt with some flutter for the perfect centerpiece. So it was a day all her own.
That was what Singsong thought an hour ago when she first sat down at the children’s table. Now, with her work spread out all over the painted wood, she was feeling…odd.
Normally when she sat down to write a book and draw the pages it was easy. It was always a simple task for her because she loved it so much but today…jeez she was having to work for ideas. Nothing, absolutely nothing, was clicking in her brain.
The little filly’s creativity was at an all time low. She had been trapped by the dreaded artist’s block. A beast so foul it could shut down an artist for an inevitable amount of time. The little one had heard about it but never had she needed to fight it. Creative juices flowed through her like blood! But not today. It was a desert up in that head of hers. A terrible, hot, muggy desert that killed all her brilliant ideas.
Singsong grumbled and flipped through a few storybooks she picked off the shelves in hopes of them giving her some kind of boost. But not even her favorite authors and illustrators were lending a hand in revving up the inspiration engine.
Was she sick or something? Eeesh...that would be terrible.
Singsong paled as she pondered what would be wrong with her. Maybe she had lost her talent over night? Or it dried up on her way to the library? Perhaps she wasn’t as great and creative as she thought…Maybe she was doomed to be stuck in artist’s block forever!
Oh no!
Fear gripped the filly and she slumped in her chair. If she couldn’t do art anymore or write what was she going to do? Nothing. Nothing at all. She would just sit here in the library until it was all over. Her remains will become the object of a bet for any passerby’s. They would probably bet who would crumble away first: Her or the books.
As she wallowed in her seat, Singsong didn’t notice the kids that had gathered at the table. The orange-eyed kiddo didn’t mean any harm by it but she pretty much claimed the table all for herself so the new babbens had no where to set their books and read. But they didn’t seem too mind much. Without even asking for permission a pink filly and an orange colt had picked up her notebooks and sketchpad and were flipping through the pages like they owned the things.
What brought Singsong out of her mood was a sweet voice saying, “I really like your drawings.”
She glanced up and squinted at her two peers. Huh?
“Me too. I like this story idea you’re planning here.” The orange colt grinned at the distressed filly. “I would read this.”
“And if you put this little star guy in the story it would be great! He’s just so cute, isn’t he?” The pink filly giggled and looked through more of Singsong’s paintings and sketches.
They…liked what she did? She sniffled and wiped away some tears from her eyes. Maybe she wasn’t bad after all. But she still wasn’t feeling inspired. The block had yet to lift. But she was curious to know more of their thoughts. “W-What do you think he could do in the story?”
The colt smirked and pointed out a scaly creature she had drawn a week ago. “I think these two should be an unlikely duo and solve mysteries! Like this one about the missing…uh…I can’t read this last thing.”
“Velveteen lamb. It’s like…a plushie that has a rare diamond inside of it but it doesn't look like anything special so no one pays any attention to it.” Singsong explained as she leaned over the table and flipped through some storyboards she’d done. “See. This is what I thought could happen with that story. Hmm…but it would be neat to have those guys in it. Maybe they’re up against a rival agency or something. They could be really cool girls…”
“Like these!” Pink pulled out two doodles from under the filled sketchbook. One of pencil doodles was a cactus wearing a dress and the other a squirrel with a raincoat on.
Singsong laughed at the crude drawings she’d done late at night after waking up from a weird dream. “Maybe…or…maybe I could take some pieces and rework them. Make ‘em better than this!”
“Yeah!” Her sudden friends cheered and began pulling more things out and helping Singsong write notes down.
The trio fell into a fit of giggles as they swapped ideas back and forth. Eventually they were all writing pieces for this new story and Singsong was teaching them how to draw their newly deemed heroes.
Hours went by and before Singsong knew it her day was all done. But instead of rotting away in the library like she originally was planning earlier on, Singsong was packing up to go home. It was time for dinner and she certainly wasn’t missing out on Daddy’s carrot surprise.
Singsong was leaving the library absolutely thrilled with the new book idea. And it was all thanks to her two new friends! Together the three of them had brought down an artist's greatest foe: The Creative Block.
It was so nice to see how happy they were reading through the rough drafts and looking at all her sketches. Singsong couldn't wait to show them the final storybook when she was all done.
As Singsong walked home with art kit and notebooks her mind kind of just settled on something. This was something she loved to do. She loved writing and illustrating stories. So many phonies enjoyed her work. It always gave her butterflies to see phonies happy reading her creations.
The little filly stopped dead in her tracks and stared into the distance.
This was EXACTLY what she wanted to do. Her talent was making storybooks for others to enjoy. She could bring happiness to so many phonies through her writing and artwork. Why didn't she see it before? A storybook creator was the perfect path for her. The perfect purpose.
Singsong smiled with glee and picked up the pace. She had to tell everyone when she got home! Not only did she get her inspiration back but she realized her true talent. It had been there all along but it hadn't clicked until now. Boy oh boy! Soon all her family would have more books to read all by her! What an exciting day this turned out to be!
