Strokes of Genius, Saturday (7/31)
The master class in drawing characters she'd taken in San Diego last week had turned out to be more useful than Katchoo had anticipated; she'd been thinking it would turn out to be something pretentious and annoying where she'd end up doing her own thing and ignoring the teacher.
She liked being wrong, and she had a new sketchbook open on the counter in front of her today, a pensive look on her face.
Maybe she ought to consider revisiting those Winter Chronicles comics she'd messed around with when she was seventeen; it had just been a way to keep herself distracted while living on the streets, but there could be something there. Huh.
[OOC: The OCD is too distracted by the Middleman marathon in which I am currently indulging.]
She liked being wrong, and she had a new sketchbook open on the counter in front of her today, a pensive look on her face.
Maybe she ought to consider revisiting those Winter Chronicles comics she'd messed around with when she was seventeen; it had just been a way to keep herself distracted while living on the streets, but there could be something there. Huh.
[OOC: The OCD is too distracted by the Middleman marathon in which I am currently indulging.]