November 14, 2019—I drew a couple of lines then scribbled them out and slumped down in my chair. The piece of paper in front of me was a war zone. Half-drawn heads, wobbly cups of coffee, and crooked guitars stared back like soldiers begging for a medic.

This was supposed to be the new me.

Yesterday, I had decided to start a 365-day challenge where I would draw comics for a whole year, but here I was on Day One and I couldn't come up with a single idea. Everything looked like garbage.

I scanned the room for inspiration and suddenly it occurred to me…

Oh…there's an anaconda on my desk!

I had wrapped this giant stuffed snake around my computer a couple of weeks ago and had completely forgotten it was there.

This time, when I picked up my pencil, everything just flowed. The thick lines and stark contrast of black on white felt like a goofy-yet-refined lovechild of The New Yorker and Captain Underpants. It was perfect.

Oh, boy! I thought. This is going to be easy!

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