Breathing Fire

If I have to draw just one more freaking micro-sized dragon scale, Ím going to croak. This is taking waaaaayyyyyy ttttoooooooo lllloooonnnnnggggggg.

I did his neck, went down, then worked on his behind, and when I was about to lose my mind, I moved onto his tail, but when I eyeballed all the real estate I still had to fill, I gave up.

Alex, my astute 19-year-old, wryly observed: “You know, you could have just drawn them larger.”

(See that rather plump dragon up there sitting on that hefty book pile? That would be my Alex.😃)

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