That ol' fencing thing isn't working out. I just seem to get shitter at it each week. Nevertheless I managed to get talked into taking part in a competition (A COMPETITION!) on Sunday. ON SUNDAY! How?
So, basically, I'm vaguely tempted to pack it in. Part of me, of course, is shouting, Don't run away from THE CHALLENGE[tm], you wimp!, but the other part of me is shouting, louder, Why the hell not? This is supposed to be fun. Lately it just makes me want to cry. I could go back to doing life drawing. It's much easier, and I'm actually quite good at it.
I don't know.
On the plus side, another book has happened. More pictures will appear later, I'm sure.