I forget how much I love to draw, and erase as the case may be.
I like being able to see some of the frustration of not getting the type of lines that I wanted.
The effect of erasing and still being able to see the ghost marks when the piece was done.
This reminds me that in life even rejected attempts at getting something right (what ever right is)
can add depth and character to the overall beauty of the outcome (what ever that may be :))