Day 214 of (?): Shelter-in-Place 2020
Haramore and Patadon made another appearance today. This is not uncommon. They visit me frequently, I just don't talk about them often. I really needed them to be on their way, though, so this drawing happened.
I drew them out of my brain and popped them into a fluffy cloud that I could theoretically blow away into an ever more distant sky. The plan was solid. The end result was reasonable. The weasels are quieter, squeaking in the distance now about how my writing isn't good enough and there's no way a book was a good use of my time and where do I get off trying to be digital artist now too and so on.
Each deep cleansing breath in gets followed by an equally revitalizing exhalation that pushes their cloud-perch just a little farther away. Good-bye brain weasels! Enjoy the ride! I have things to do.