The first day back in the studio to explore the long in stasis leavings of a fevered mind.
Mixed results were had.
Rusty and squeaky gears, clogged vents, dust bunnies in the corners.
Minor drawing efforts and sweaty palms, dangerously suspended over the abyss of doubt.
Made it out in one piece, minor wounds and glad to be alive.
Going back in today armed to the teeth.
Divine intervention welcomed.
Full report at eleven.
"hang in the there."