One day I will remember which days of the week my webcomics update on, and at what times, so that I do not just spend half the day visiting them in futile hope.
Watched the first series of Black Books this afternoon while I sketched - basically just lining Sketch 20.2 from
stepstepjump. I felt like writing - feel like writing - feel like working things out and getting things down, but every time I go to pick up pencil and paper I just feel vaguely sick and panicky, and also my hands hurt.
This means I have not been writing for Too Long. Writing really is like exercising; if you let it go too long, you just feel daunted and unfit and flobbly and you feel like there's no point even starting. Even though there is.
With this in mind, tomorrow I'm going to walk to New Farm Park, read Breakfast at Tiffany's, and then walk back, purely to time how long it takes for tomorrow night. I'm assuming if I leave the house at six I'll arrive with time to spare, but it is very hot and I don't want to arrive sweaty and disgusting, so I may let that slide.
In other news, I love Xolotl and drawing Xolotl. He is Entirely Too Much Fun. I think he needs a plot outside getting pregnant to a centaur, because I have a feeling there is a lot more to this world, later, that is totally unrelated to, well, everything. So there might be like. Five books. That are a series only in the way that Nightrunner is a series. Only even less than that because sometimes the same characters won't be involved. (Yes, guys, there might be books without Hiru. I KNOW YOU ARE AS SHOCKED AS I AM.)
Can you tell my head is all every which way? Good.
I am hungry, and I have to wait until mum gets home from her date because she said she would bring me Chinese.
...I love drawing Xolotl. :3 I wish I could colour him properly like I did in this icon. I know I have watercolours somewhere but I remember the last time I watercoloured and, um, there's no need for a repeat of that, really. >>
[EDIT] Look at this. :D
Now imagine from the back of your head, simultaneously:
SKEFF: Huh. Well, I never thought gears could look that pretty, but it's worthless as a charm.
TOL: *disgust* What would you do that for...? They're not doing anything...
There's no satisfying them. Incidentally, here is the rest of that drawing I started three days ago.
Watched the first series of Black Books this afternoon while I sketched - basically just lining Sketch 20.2 from
This means I have not been writing for Too Long. Writing really is like exercising; if you let it go too long, you just feel daunted and unfit and flobbly and you feel like there's no point even starting. Even though there is.
With this in mind, tomorrow I'm going to walk to New Farm Park, read Breakfast at Tiffany's, and then walk back, purely to time how long it takes for tomorrow night. I'm assuming if I leave the house at six I'll arrive with time to spare, but it is very hot and I don't want to arrive sweaty and disgusting, so I may let that slide.
In other news, I love Xolotl and drawing Xolotl. He is Entirely Too Much Fun. I think he needs a plot outside getting pregnant to a centaur, because I have a feeling there is a lot more to this world, later, that is totally unrelated to, well, everything. So there might be like. Five books. That are a series only in the way that Nightrunner is a series. Only even less than that because sometimes the same characters won't be involved. (Yes, guys, there might be books without Hiru. I KNOW YOU ARE AS SHOCKED AS I AM.)
Can you tell my head is all every which way? Good.
I am hungry, and I have to wait until mum gets home from her date because she said she would bring me Chinese.
...I love drawing Xolotl. :3 I wish I could colour him properly like I did in this icon. I know I have watercolours somewhere but I remember the last time I watercoloured and, um, there's no need for a repeat of that, really. >>
[EDIT] Look at this. :D
Now imagine from the back of your head, simultaneously:
SKEFF: Huh. Well, I never thought gears could look that pretty, but it's worthless as a charm.
TOL: *disgust* What would you do that for...? They're not doing anything...
There's no satisfying them. Incidentally, here is the rest of that drawing I started three days ago.
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