These are the three subjects I refuse to seriously tackle until I get to the top of my game. It's been my cardinal rule since I was eleven and markers just stopped cutting it.
Now, how will I know when I've reached that point? I figure around the time when I stop bursting into tears whenever I come across Who Stole the Tarts. Until then, I will keep spinning my wheels, cutting back the cravings with half-fast sketches and carefully hoarding my Eowyns, Midgards, and Agamemnons-dying-in-the-bath.
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