I’ve always enjoyed drawing, painting, and crafty things. I think it is in my blood. My grandmother liked that sort of thing too. Recently, I’ve gotten back into it, since it is a good way to express myself without the years of effort it takes for me to produce a book. (A book I haven’t yet managed to sell, either.)
I’ve been trying to improve my technique; I have no formal training, and I’m not sure I want formal training. I like the process of experimentation. If I manage to sell prints or originals, they are going to pay for more art supplies or fund my trip to World Fantasy Con in November. (This is a dream-come-true event for me.)
I find that I am enjoying the process of creating art. Some of the pieces I haven’t been proud of or pleased with, but that is something that happens to every artist, I think.
I’ll never be a professional. That love, drive, and motivation belongs to my novel writing. But, I will be able to look back and be proud of the efforts for all that I am an amateur.
There is nothing wrong with not being among the best.