That time of night
One benefit of maternity leave is being able to surf the net while everyone else is at work. Sure, we have a high-speed connection (ostensibly), but for various complicated political and financial reasons, our town doesn't have a very good one and it slows to a crawl every evening.
Today I learned several things: it's easier to use a font than do my own lettering, I haven't a clue how to do colouring, Elly's nose swelled up like a potato with little input from me, and Connie has a withered left arm which I meant to correct and didn't.
I think I prefer a less formal, more sketchy style, at least for now. I wonder if ye olde artistick skylle will come back at some point or if I'll regret doing this in public and wish I'd just stuck to prose.
Time will tell.