Slim pickings as I finish up scanning Sketchbook 44, the first one I've gotten done from beginning to end since the new scanner appeared mysteriously on my doorstep... and the reason staggered me when I figured it out. I did TWENTY-THREE sketches on one day. Twenty-three! Of those 23, most were ragged quick things, barely a few lines on paper, and then I either moved on because I didn't like how it was shaping up, or I moved on because that was as much of that idea as I needed on paper... but overwhelmingly, what I did was move on.
This was often how I operated, especially in college: tearing through sketchbooks just to get ideas out of my head, and not pausing to develop almost any of them. The ones I did, though, I usually went all in... but it was rare.
Here are the last two from Sketchbook 44 (we're still in 1995, when I'm working on the first Jokka novel, recall), then:
Debating where to start on something more recent next or go OLDER. We'll see!