Alas, I have done absolutely no work on anything writing-wise for months now. My brain is mush. Time is no longer a relevant concept. When it comes to life, the universe and everything, my thoughts mimic those of a bowl of petunias falling swiftly through the clouds.
So here, have a rough sketch of a Cardassian undressing instead, with all the shadows in the wrong places.
(putting my very mediocre GCSE in Fine Art to use, for once…)
