What am I doing? This is madness. A sketch every single day for a year? Not that sketching itself is hard - I loves me some drawing and doodles come excessively natural for me. I mean, I spent 95% of my high school classes doodling. I can fill the entire table top with crayon drawings by the end of dinner at Macaroni Grill - masterfully avoiding olive oil drips and sauce splashes. No, the drawing is the easy part. The daily commitment of it though? That will test me. I'm not one to tote a sketchbook around and draw anywhere - at parties, cafes, adult bookstores, secret underground cult chambers, etc. I rarely even draw just sitting around the house - of course, this could be that if I have time and the creative juices are flowing, I usually apply that energy to whatever pressing gig is currently on my plate. I'm just not really a casual sketcher. But maybe, just maybe, this little Sketch-a-Day thing will prove me wrong - that I WILL be able to muster or redirect motivation for something even as simple as drawing a harlequin-hatted dame with an unnerving stare and excessive cleavage.
Let it begin.