Well, most of everyone who reads this can probably say "been there, done that" and I've just finished eating the dirt at rock bottom. I'm still a little shaky in places but, when it comes to my sketchbook, I feel like I've got legs to stand on.
So here's a comic summarizing last night's crisis of skill, with Emily playing the part of my head that insists on proving all my 'i suck at art' thoughts wrong. Yeah, I can talk myself out of upsets without even trying. It gets annoying.