Yesterday was December 1st, now known as Pretty Pitures Day in my head.
It starts with this:
Seven-year-old me had no concept of a fair wage or price of goods, but I am no economist. What I am is happy to do something dumb to honor a promise to myself.
So yesterday I sold original drawings for three dollars. And I spent most of the afternoon/evening sitting at my desk drawing. The commissions I received, those I'm keeping secret. Those folx can reveal their art or not. But you can catch a bunch of other random drawings on my Insta.
Also, I have already cheated. My last commission came in just before midnight and I was already in bed, so I had to do that drawing today. Remember to turn off the order page when you don't want more orders, Jones. Jeez. Amateur.
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