I'm back in kindergarten. I'm excited that I can sharpen a pencil! It's an odd feeling for a grown person to have, but highly fulfilling at the same time.
I have spent the weekend teaching myself how to sharpen pencils with a razor blade so I could achieve a finer point and more control over my lines. The result, several types of blades and removed splinters later, is I have a few pencils that I can block in with and gradually build up my drawings. I also have bandaids on my thumb and a pile of broken, half-sharpened pencils. I think the only comparison that comes to mind are chefs in training that peel and slice pounds of potatoes for training.
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