Don’t even say it. I KNOW. I have a LOT of novels that I should go polish and send out before I write a new one. But it’s so shiny! And I’ll let you look at some of the sketchy, unfinished eyecandy, because since I can’t show you the other things I drew tonight (SEKRIT!), I didn’t bother scanning them. And you need SOMETHING, since my website fought with me on Tuesday and cheated you out of your adorable pibble fix.
That’s Toulouse. He’s from a short story I wrote that I’m now in the process of expanding into a novel… he’s too fun to only have 5,000 words of him. For a tiny moment, I was worried about making it into a novel, and I started second-guessing myself, and then the universe curve-balled me with a Magic Eight Ball. The last thing I saw before I got a black eye was the little triangle inside it, which said “WRITE IT ALREADY.”
Also, speaking of me getting injured, perhaps you’ll notice my typing is better! YES! My finger splints are off! And while I am happy to report my middle finger healed perfectly and now behaves like a middle finger should, teaching a lesson to crappy drivers, my ring finger is actually worse. Hahahahaha! HOW IS THAT A THING. It’s okay, I’ll probably just cut it off and hang it over my doorway in a bag with some rosemary and possum hair to ward off evil.