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Got some sketching done. Told myself I was going to work on some Victor sketches, or possibly some Molly sketches, but I was more interested in doing some Izzy sketches once I actually sat down to draw. I really need to draw more often. I can tell how much my skill has degraded since high school. I also need to go through some basic tutorials to figure out some things, to make it look less cartoony.

Izzy is difficult to draw, considering she has severe burn scars all over the left side of her body. I think I did a decent job showing that, but I realized after I was done drawing that the burns should have been on my right side, so that they would be on Izzy's left. I don't have a scanner right now, and it was sketchy pen on lined paper, so I really have nothing to show for it. She turned out looking a lot whiter than I'd hoped. I still have difficulty defining facial features. Again, more practice.

I still need to scan and upload the picture of Victor I drew. It's probably the only thing I've been happy with wrt to drawing in the last six months or so. That's probably because I'm better at drawing gas masks than I am people, but that's not the point. I'd like to do something that's more of an action drawing of him, possibly when he's more degraded, but I'd like to actually have a pencil before I even attempt.

people are people

Someone stole my flash drive last night. My flash drive with all of my writing on it.

I'm lucky I've sent most of the stories on it to other people/magazines. If I hadn't, I would have lost everything. I have lost almost all of my novel work, except on God Was Wearing Black and Analogue. I lost probably 4000 words on Analogue and some small pieces from God Was Wearing Black.

I really didn't lose that much. But at the same time, what's the point in stealing a ten dollar flash drive? I was talking about how much it meant to me, so all I can think is that someone did it merely to make me unhappy. And I don't understand that. I really don't get people. I can kind of understand stealing something for money, but something that only has sentimental value?

That I can't wrap my head around.