Something I’ve Noticed About Myself
When I do a drawing that I really don’t like, it sort of freezes me. I don’t want to post it, but it’s a mammal, so shouldn’t I? I mean, it’s one out of 5,000, mark it down. But I don’t like the drawing, so I put it off and put it off. And meanwhile, I’m staring at it as it sits on the edge of my table, waiting for me to scan it, and I think its very presence makes me not even want to draw. It’s this thing that I have to deal with. Do you understand?
Last week, I drew a beaver that I really don’t like. So it’s sitting here on the corner of my table. I was going to post about monogamy among beavers for Valentine’s Day—that’s how long it’s been sitting here. I think I’ll just skip it for now and go on with the next one and either redraw the beaver if I have time or just suck it up and post it if I have no other choice.