My foot on a park bench. I had art in the afternoons and we had to draw three simple pictures or paintings for every class. I normally spent my lunch hour drawing.
Doodling. The same night I drew my hand (below). My lighter that night, a line drawing of the guy standing behind me until he moved, and my hand, which I kept moving. Much easier when it was just laying on the bar.
My hand. Drawn one night where AZ used to bar tend. He's also an artist so he gave me tips as he served my beer. The counter was made from knotty pine which made a nice backdrop.
Writer of fiction. Completing my Masters in Creative Writing at Goddard College in July. Completing revisions on my novel The Blue Stone. Other projects: two creepy short stories, two screenplays, and the follow up to The Blue Stone.