squabby

So I got really overstimulated today.

It is almost 6 a.m., and I’m finally getting to the point where I am comfortable in my own skin.

As it was, there was no way I could possibly work on commissions without bursting into tears or wanting to jump headfirst out of the window.  So I got to sketching–anything will do at this point–and out of everything that was on the page, this is the only thing I positively stopped…and smiled at.

I don’t know what the hell it is, but I think I’m going to call it Squabby–the weird, semi-aquatic, tadpole-lookin’ thing.  I imagine they are as big as Spoopies–small enough to fit in your palm, and loosely curl your fingers around.