I got an itch the other day. The itch was to take my new set of Copic cool gray markers, (God bless you, Adam P. Hughes) and sit firmly at my drawing table, which is FAR AWAY from the crack-box I call a computer, and marker render 365 individual sketch-cards. And why? Why not. Around midnight, when it's quiet in Stanley Manor (aka, the Trailer) I can enjoy a hour or two for myself, each night, and get a little re-fresher in self-discipline.
Commit to abnormalcy. S'good.
Oh--about 300 to go.