This is the sort of thing I draw a lot:

I’ve hit something of a plateau with drawing–I’d like to be able to be better, but I have a patience problem. I can draw a lot of things well enough to please myself, and for now, at least, that’s fine.

When I was little, I took ballet for a year. I loved it. I was the tallest girl in the class, and I was clumsy as hell, and I insisted on a red leotard even though everyone else was wearing blac...