First commission finished is a real line crossed. I spent two years making wobbly stools before I learned to cut a joint that closed, so I know that gap between doing something and doing it for someone else. The jump from paper to screen threw me when I tried it once: no grain to read, no edge to feel. What I found helpful was treating the stylus like a pencil I already trusted, not like a new tool I had to master from scratch.

Getting paid to finish something changes what finishing means. That first one sits different.