'Course, now that I have space for one-hundred icons, I had to make more. To while away the insomniac hours, I fiddled about with this doll/fairy-making program that faerie_writer introduced to me. A fun way to suck away several hours:
Hobkin's being a total sweetie. I think he knows I'm not feeling well. He's pressed up against my side, oozing comfort and fuzzy love. Think I'll hug him for a while and try to nap.
Did a couple Critters critiques. This hasn't been a good week for writing progress. I feel like I should have my wrists smacked or something. Bad Eugie.