So. 2020 was a fucking disaster. I think we can all agree on that I'd...honestly been planning to do more art last year. Then somewhere along the lines my mom decided to crank her morphing into an Umbridge-level lunatic into high gear, Covid happened and someone decided to light the dumpster that was a certain administration on fire, and my brain decided to go running off into Bad Times Land, and it hasn't come back since, no matter how much I coax it with promises of video games and shoving my nose in books. So, my focus has been all over the damn place and my head is in survival- and move-out-of-my-mom's-house mode. Hopefully, someday, I'll manage to get my idiot brain un-scrambled...at least a little bit. As it is, about the only art I got done this year was Inktober (which I went off and did my own thing for, rather than following prompts), and most of that was for a project I started working on during Camp NaNoWriMo last year...and that I'm still in the process of writing. I