I stare at the chaos, then I sketch it. Control is a blank page; if you can’t write it, write something else that makes sense to you. When monsters bite, I’ll put a glitch on the background and keep moving. If I doubt myself, I remind myself that the worst part of any fight is the echo of my own voice saying, “This is impossible.” So I just keep painting the scene, even if the colors are wrong. It works, mostly.