A Watched Artist Never Boils

Last night I attended a local writers workshop, their theme this meeting was to sit and write something. Everyone had laptops, I had a pad of paper (did I feel like a dinosaur). Some worked on their novel but most were focused on writing a blurb or 60 second sound bite about what their book was about. Me, I sat trying to do a new strip for the cartoon. With no pre-thought-out idea at the time.

Thanks to the potted plants seen through the window of the meeting room I did come up with an idea and did a rough sketch with dialog, but it wasn’t my best effort. Still, it seemed to amuse them when I passed it around.