For various reasons, drawing has been dragging quite slowly: little drawing has been done–certainly nothing recognizable as concerted practice or training. Although, to say the same thing once more, persistence is a kind of practice in itself, and a scant few minutes a day are worth much more than none at all. So for these various, but perhaps fewer and less pressing than might first be imagined reasons, drawing will likely not pick up until circa Christmas, although I hesitate to predict even that. The slog continues.

What are these reasons? Well, such details would be very dull indeed–an indictment of this whole affair.

One reads the isekai stories wherein loser protagonists are driven by the opportunity of a second life to become prodigies by working hard. How can we live to that standard? For here in our ocean of patheticity, you may drown! But as one strives to work hard, grits through the misery of beginning each and every task, in short "willy-nilly, blindly endures..." the mistakes of the past unfold themselves and the paths become clearer. And so too does the longing to redo become stronger–but we cannot go back! When the mistakes of the past are atoned for, then perhaps we can finally move into the future and bid farewell this obsession of the past. In this way, pain is healing (the melodrama of frustration is exhibited here): the greater the old regret, the more mistakes dredged up, the closer we are to passing through them. If only the mistakes had not been made!

All things in the mind and world great and small, we must carry and never drop lest they are washed away by the surging tide. How many things have slipped away to sea?

You can see how the chibi (SD if you're being proper) style came about. Some frustrated artist keeps drawing the head too big, keeps having to erase. "Fine! We'll only draw the head. Then there won't be any proportion problems!" Yeah, utility is definitely the beauty of stylization.