Ended Official BYC Mini-Contest—What's Your Hobby?

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I have a few coins that I have saved through the years but not nearly your collection!!! 😵 I tried incentivizing my youngest with gold dollars and he still has around 40 of them but never got “the bug” to get serious about it.
Yeah, my grandma and grandad got me into it! My grandad would always send out new types of $2s and stuff. And my grandmother had lots of 1 cents, 2 cents, and pennies, shillings and that sort of stuff. So she gave them to me and gave me a book and said, "There you go, now you can start a coin collection!"
 
Hobby #4:

Writing. I've always had bits of stories floating around my head. One that is floating around my head now:

"A young girl sat shivering under a huge eucalyptus. Rain was thundering down, hitting her skin at alarming speed, but the girl didn't seem to notice. Wind lashed her hair, twisting it and pulling it around her face. She absentmindedly pushed it out of the way."

The biggest story that I have written is 96 pages long. I am going to self publish it on Amazon once it is completed, which is soon.
The whole reason that it started was because I went to school. I'm home schooled. I don't go to 'school' everyday.
But one day last year, I decided to. Only for a term. So off I went. I was made to write a story. That was something the whole grade was doing. So I started to write. The first thing we had to write was just a short page long story. Then we had to write a story for the rest of the term. My first draft was 6 pages long, no paragraphs. During the time I went to school I only learnt 2 things: #1. Triangles, and what makes an isosolies triangle or however you spell it. The second thing I learnt was that I didn't like the teacher 'marking' my story. She went along and scribbled whole lines out. I didn't like it. Why would she do that? It is my story. Those lines need to be there, without them it doesn't make sense. So when we had to type the stories up I just typed in the bits she had scribbled out. She never noticed, or she didn't care.
Anyway, my story is too long to write it all here, so I'll just write the prologue. It also doesn't have a name... I'll just write something as the name.

A caramel rabbit sat on top of a rock that overhung a blue and black swirling river. She sobbed. “ Margret! Margret! Margret!” Why am I sitting on a rock watching a flood? she thought bitterly, that old elder’s tale is probably fake.

Summer Fluffle’s Elders told tales of the stream’s powers during a flash flood. The rabbit hoped that if she sat here long enough calling her friend’s name, she would see what Margret was doing.

“Margret! Margret! Margret!” She called again. A fat tear rolled down her face.

“Please Margret?” Her friend had been missing for eight months, and the rabbit was missing her terribly.

“Cleo! Cleo! Cleo!” At first the rabbit thought it was her friend calling her through the ‘magic flash flood’, but it wasn’t.

“There you are!” A voice behind her said. The voice was familiar, squeaky and a slightly snobbish.

The Cleo started to turn when she felt large, soft paws on her back. The big, fluffy paws stopped her; she couldn’t see who the paws belonged to. “Hmm, I see you’re not as strong as they all say!” The voice sounded triumphant. “Before you die, I want to you know something. Do you want to know?” The rabbit behind her paused then continued, not waiting for a response. “Did you know that you were adopted?”

“Wh-what?” Cleo stamered, her heart sinking slowly.

“Oh yes! You’re real parents got rid of you!” The voice was jubilant. “Ha! Your real parents didn’t want you, Cleopatra. Good bye!” The mysterious rabbit pushed her into the churning water with an evil laugh.

“Helwww…” Cold, water filled her mouth and she struggled to breath. She kicked her paws desperately but her heavy, wet fur dragged her down, down to the soft sand under the water, to the bottom of the swollen river. It swirled her around and around, draging her this way and that. It pulled her up to the surface, giving her a last breath.

As she was hauled down again, she heard the voice laugh…

“Good bye… Your Majesty!”

The cold water was chilling her bones, making her too tired to kick, or struggle.

As a comforting darkness came over her head she had one last coherent thought. Why did that rabbit call me, ‘Your Majesty?’
 
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My hobby is playing the harp, I’ve always wanted to play the harp, I remember being 6 years old and asking my parents if I could play the harp. There weren’t teachers available where I lived, and there wasn’t too many information so I couldn’t learn back then. So I started playing when the pandemic and lockdown started, at the age of 31. I wish I had more time to practice. I encourage everyone that wants to start playing the harp or any other instrument, it’s awesome and never too late, do it!!

Amazing!!!!
 
:bowI did wildlife/raptor rehab and education during high school! My main bird was a great horned owl who was blinded after being hit by a car. I even had my senior pictures taken with her!!!!
I thought I had save one of the pictures in my phone but couldn’t find it 🙄 I will have to add later.
Wow thats amazing. Good job with that. Raptors are quite incredible. What ever happened to your owl friend?
 
EDIT: Oopsies. Entry 1; edited to add that and a description.
I make miniature cardboard hats, I guess. Or I would if I had more time and more paint.
This is definitely going to be a hobby, though.
Started as a one-time thing for Halloween so that I could make Spook a wizard, but now I really want to make more.
Amateur, I guess; I'm not too good at crafty stuff, I don't think, but this was fun. Maybe I can have enough to cap all of my matryoshka dolls by the end of the year if I hurry
Hat on my finger, followed by Wizard Spook, followed by an ill but briefly witchy Baba:
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Wow thats amazing. Good job with that. Raptors are quite incredible. What ever happened to your owl friend?
Samson lived out her days with my high school chemistry teacher who was the licensed rehabber we built a nature center on school property and she had her own 10x20 room.
 
  • What is it that you love about this hobby?
  • When do you do the Hobby?
  • What sacrifices do you make to be able to practice your hobby?
  • Are you an amateur? An adept? An expert?
  • Are you lucky enough that this hobby is part of your job/income?
  • The above are just examples of how to create your post, you don´t have to talk about all of them and you can add other things if you want, those are just a few guidelines in case you don’t know how to make your post!
Entry #1:
I love to sketch, mostly digitally though!

Whenever I have free time from schoolwork, chores, etc. Sometimes, when on long car rides, I find the time to do it! 😊

I do not have to make any sacrifices, because I don’t sketch or do art for business or income. 😁

I would say I am pretty adept! But I consider myself an expert in some topics. I am the best with sketching animals, because I have practiced that subject over the years of my art career. But, I do many other things besides animals!

I wish I could make an income on my art, I would probably do ok in commission work If you know what I mean. 😉 That or selling landscape and nature portraits.

Here are some of my example works! Enjoy!
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This specific sketch is one of my prides and joy! It is pretty self explanatory!
(It reads left to right, in the typical Japanese manga format.)
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