My plans to participate in Sketchcrawl #40 were delayed due to the Brownie's severe seizure. I was a bit too preoccupied to think about drawing something in the hospital. The Leprechaun was too stressed to pose, and the Brownie lay on her bed, exhausted. So I drew the next day when things were back to normal.
This is the first time I have drawn in my Moleskine in a small ice age. Drawing straight with a pen is challenging, but for some reason I felt confident enough to do it. I need to this again and again. After years of struggling to draw despite my tic disorder, I gave up in 2005. Now I'm trying to draw again—starting from scratch.
I did take time to snap a photo of my girl as she lay there recovering. There was just enough light cast from the oxygen monitor to illuminate her sweet face. At that point, we were through the hardest part and were awaiting the doctor's release. She's fine now, as if nothing had happened. My heart, however, still pounds with worry.
