Roughing in shadows— time to switch to a darker pencil. The anatomy is messed up: one shoulder off, one arm too long, one hand too small. Bother!

Still, being able to even see this is helpful. I want more practice, darn it.

I am trying to build a habit of sketching right before I turn out the light at night. It’s not working, probably because when I tuck my daughter in, that’s still an extended process (rarely just because of listening to stories, which is the part I like and want to get to already), often so much so that I fall asleep on her trundle bed. So it’s kind of like happening only once a week or so. Thwarted by myself again! But only somewhat–I am getting caught up, even if not practicing as much as I want.