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So, I decided to update my portrait of Red Skelton from colored pencil to digital. Before I finished I happened to notice my Amazon sales report for October. One day old and a large number of pages read from about four different books. And all last week I had at least two somebodies reading from three different books every day. I apparently sold one e-book and had over a thousand pages read in a week for the first time ever on Kindle Unlimited. Has something suddenly broken my way? Or is the world still irredeemably broken?

Okay, the first one is more like him since it is more cross-eyed. I can goof up even in digital.

This picture was created from my porcelain doll made for me by my mother from the pattern and mold called, “Tom Sawyer.” I used my digital art tools to trace the photo and color it in on top of an AI background.

This doll, made by my mother also, I call “Nicole” after my niece whom she resembles.

You can judge for yourself how well I did recreating this photo of Nicole and the Grey Stuffed Dog.

A romantic place to be, but it would be better with at least a couple of bars on the phone.

I am liking the ease of using digital tools to make a picture, but there was a time when I liked oil paint better.

Shirtless Strong Boy… easy to draw like this.

Jenna Ortega, a portrait that almost looks like her… sorta.

This is Susu, my imaginary granddaughter. Here you see her portrayed as a plastic doll.

You have to understand the fact that I have no granddaughter in real life. Susu exists only in my old coot’s head. She is in no way real. The only chance I have had at a real grandchild didn’t make the necessary nine months. Probably not even three. There is nothing more to say. If there is a God, it was His decision. The only grandchild I have is Susu. And she’s imaginary.

This is Susu as a digital painting, created with the assistance of digital AI drawing tools. And photos of an anonymous girl on Instagram. And it is not a sad thing. It is a coot thing.

old coot

An eccentric or irritable older person, especially a man, whose views or attitudes are boring or old-fashioned. “Ah, don’t mind that old coot. He’s just cantankerous because he isn’t up to speed with the way of today’s youth. I’ve fully embraced that I’m going to be a stodgy old coot when I get older.“

Some old coots talk to ghosts, dead wives, or pink elephants. I talk to an imaginary granddaughter. So sue me. I’m irascible, cantankerous, irritable, and several other unflattering big words.

“If you buy an ice cream cone for Beth, she only ever wants vanilla.”