I may, however, yet salvage it digitally--I started fooling around with an almost Arthur Rackham style, with the very dark sepias and muted, grungy creams, and that started to have promise. However, by that point I'd spent five or six hours hunched over it, and James looked in my face, said "Hon...your eyes are really bloodshot. I think you're done." And then I realized that my right arm ached from overuse and I stumbled into the bathroom to see that yup, my eyeballs looked as if they had road rash.
I will not give up hope, however--if the Rackham style doesn't work out, I'll try a different scene, which p'raps won't be plagued by the inherent compositional flaws.
For now, however, the next installment of Digger needs to be painted. Slugs ahoy!