Inktober Day 13 SCARED

Um, I could have down something Halloween-like, or something gory, but why?  This terror is every dieter's nightmare!  (P.S., Don't diet--then this won't be scary.  Life's too short, ya' know?  Just have a few thin mints and skip that scale.  Rake some extra leaves instead, my sweets!)

Girlscout (although the size of that tiny mitten suggests a "Brownie."):  "It's our annual Girl Scout cookie sale, Mrs. Jones.  Two for the price of one!"

Mrs. Jones (on the day of her weigh in):  "Help me!"

Day 26 Fast-Moving Fingers of a Late-Night Diet Breaker

I was drawing this in a truck both in daylight and holding a small flashlight in my left hand (I was NOT the driver!) in the dark driving through Chicago.  That's how dedicated I am...well, for now ha!)...in trying to get a drawing done a day.  This one is in colored pencils, which I rarely use solely in a creation, but it was portable and wouldn't splatter while going over pot holes, so there you go.

 Fast-Moving Fingers of a Late-Night Diet Breaker

Day 4 of 30 Eye to the Apple

Eye To The Apple

Philomena gave her apple a crunch

one bite down, a little snack to munch,

But something didn't seem quite right
with this red orb, 

a sourness was afoot,

a strange flavor, that to this discerning lady, did very much off-put.

What a complete disappointment! 

Her diet now had a gustatory fly in the ointment. 

Was it a sign to eat a sugary sweet...

was her willpower really that desperately weak?

"No, I will persevere! 

My tongue may already be accosted

my hunger irretrievably frosted,

but with my sight this problem I must grapple."

She raised her glove-covered arm and put her eye to the apple.