Okay, I was going to just replace the old Blankie drawing with this new one, but I thought I'd keep both to demonstrate my obsessive need to redraw everything 100 times. I was never happy with the squating posture of the original (an attempt to illustrate the dazed staggering taking place in the dream - though it really just looks like I'm taking a dump), so I went back to my earlier sketches for this pose. Plus the head, referenced from a digital photo I snapped of myself, displayed a little too much realism for a lifelong cartoonist like me to handle. Worst of all, I had excluded Petey from the first draft, even though he appeared in the dream. Oh, and I decided against the text. Too comic book-y.
So, after many sleepless nights, I knew I had to tackle this one again. Hell, I've worked on it this long, why not make my life's work this single piece of art? I'll just keep redrawing until I've got several dozen versions of it, then I'll open a gallery stocked with nothing but blankie-cloaked self-portraits. Worked for that Blue Dog guy.
If nothing else, this should give you some idea of why I'm not really cut out for a career in illustration. Few art directors are willing to wait the 6 - 8 weeks for my 487th draft of the art to be complete. (Well, that's a slight exaggeration, but I have been known to email a "finished" assignment, only to send a new and improved version the next day. And yes, sometimes they run the first, crappier version.)