From the outset of the pencil on its journey to the bottom of the page, I propped the drawing up on my lap and let it scream! EEEEEEEEeeeeeee! My hand was on fire, and nothing was going to slow it down! Raw, cutting energy unleashed upon the page. Flames erupted as abrasive friction fueled the pressing matters of creative supernovas forming in the mind. It all exploded like the birth of a star, meeting the all-encompassing life of the evolving planet. Then, it was finished, abrupt. Now it exists.
(in other words, I actually had an hour of free time, and kicked butt until I was finished with the rough pencils for my new page... :)
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