This time actually paying attention to my surroundings:

I had intended to sketch out a variety of goblins for a chapter book I’m currently illustrating, but my mind began to wander…then it squirted out of my head.

You will never see more tired-looking people than during evening rides home on the subway. Maybe I’m projecting but since the recent economic troubles started people on their evening commute look even more beleaguered and beaten down than before.

Got a seat on the Q this morning, plopped my bag down on the floor between my legs and set out to write out some brilliant ideas that would lead to great works of children’s literature…but my mind was blank and all I could think to do was draw what was right in front of me.

Here’s a spurt of espresso-powered nervous energy from yesterday’s morning commute: