Fear of Getting it Wrong

I had the second workshop of my year-long Comix Coven today. We had half an hour to work with watercolor and ink on a two-page spread about where we are in our process with our projects.

I am working on a piece about my mother and her choices about end-of-life. I’m terrified I don’t have the chops to draw her, either as she appeared or as she was to me. I’m trying to jump in and have a go nonetheless.

Something that is so personal is challenging, but I think I have this fear with all projects. The way out of them is through, instead of putting them on the shelf and finding ways to justify abandoning them. But this one, even if only five people ever read it, is really worth doing, so I’m going to go ahead and keep working on it.