I had finished pencilling a perfectly fine page.
Only one thing remained before I could scan and send it.
I needed to erase a couple lines.
So, I reached for the eraser and started furiously erasing it.
That was the plan, at least.
See, I like to keep pieces of plasticine handy, you never know when you are gonna need to visualise something.
Maybe it was exhaustion from a 4 hours sleep, but my brain only managed to shout to my muscles the order to -STOP! by the 2rd erasing motion.
I shared mine, now share yours.
What´s the last worst tragedy/disaster that has happened to your work?