Left Hand Shenanigans

Have I given you sufficient time to marvel at my blogging restraint? Well, shockingly, it hasn't been that much of a challenge to stay away since last we spoke. I've been a wee bit preoccupied with getting this website up and going, filling my online stores with attractive quality merchandise - *cough buy something cough* - and creating not one...

...not two...

...but three...

...new digital painterly pieces for you to enjoy. Plus, I've also been working on the sketch for my next digital painting of a ship's figurehead, tentatively titled "Bow Maiden."

So, you can see that I have not been sitting around just twiddling my thumbs. No, I've been sitting around and putting my thumbs to an inordinate amount of work that, having very little experience with twiddling of any kind to draw from, I can only assume is "more than" that.

And with this added burden placed on not just the thumbs, but on every single digit of both of my two hands (the right AND the left!) I'm afraid I have determined an unsettling truth...

My left hand is, how shall I say, subpar.

That's fancy English for "a big dumb lump of useless flesh." 

Well, I guess that's not really fair. I mean, it has its uses. But it is in the unenviable position, naturally, of being compared to the go-getter that is my right hand. I mean that guy is a champ! He's in the game, under the lights, scoring touchdowns, and my left hand...

Well, Lefty is watching moths and getting beaned by pigskin. Every. Time.

I've been uploading a slew of cool new products into my Zazzle store this past week, and the process requires a lot of repetitive typing of one sentence for every product: "Featuring original artwork titled "_____" by April Moen."

In the beginning, all was well... 

But then...

It only got worse...

Leaving me with only one possible conclusion...

You're drunk, Lefty. Go home.