almost there….

is that a star wars quote? “almost there?” is that what the bearded pilot is saying before he gets blowed up in episode IV? sometimes i wonder if it has gotten to the point where everything i say or think is a movie quote. i was writing a poem for my other blog and it kept sounding familiar to me. then i realized my poem was heavily influenced by horton hears a who.

ha!

anyhoo. i got some work done last night as dusty was off sorting things out with his hello kitty ex-girlfriend. i was able to work until poppy woke up and demanded that i come to bed. how is the nighttime weaning going, you ask? yeah. about that. the kid is a tyrant. it is still on my to-do list. things have been topsy-turvy round bouts here. nighttime weaning has fallen between the cracks. one day….

i inked in the rough draft of page 35 and started doing brush work. that is the next step after inking with a pen. i go in and do the ink brush in layers. i got the blacks done. now i will work on the lighter shades. maybe today?

so i cleaned out my silverware drawer….

that counts as process, right?

i’m trying to nighttime wean poppy. he is not happy, but i need sleep. and the child is not letting me sleep for want of boob-time. so last night (this morning really) i spent an hour or more as he screamed at me, expressing his frustration at this milestone. during that time i tried to find a thingy to dose him with tylenol in hopes that it was teething pain keeping him awake and that a little medicine would help him sleep. i could not find the thingy in my silverware drawer and spent some time digging & cursing while holding a screaming baby.

so today i cleaned it out. clean silverware drawer, weaning the babe, progress for my comic?

before entering the lair of the screaming demon child, i did get work done on page 33.

torn between two lovers…

being a mom & being an artist. is there a compromise?

last night, preparing for a birthday party for iggy who is turning seven, i became very bitter towards dusty who pulled his usual disappearing act. i told him i was stressed out (as a rabid introvert, i hate hate hate throwing parties–but iggy loves people & parties & invited all of the neighbors over for cake today) and that i needed help. he became angry. he wanted to hang out with his brother. he complained about me under his breath all the way out the out the door and then took an hour and a half to tell his brother that he could not hang out with him after all. by that time, i had cleaned the apartment, wrapped presents, done the dishes, and blown up balloons. meanwhile, these half finished pages stared at me, silently, waiting. i feel like dusty gets to do whatever he wants, while i keep house & think about being an artist. dream about it. writing pages in my head as i nurse the baby….

ppbbbtt!

i have page 30 & 31 rough drafted. i found it seems more time efficient to do more than one page at a time. i have page 32 thumbnail sketched. i am exploring the darker side of roommates & cooperative living. or, rather, the petty side. we get to see the ugly side of jake, and more of lucy defending moses jones. meanwhile, i have realized i really do not like susan (maybe that’s why i struggle with drawing her??) and that she might be modeled after a couple of spineless women i used to cooperatively live with–who would talk the big talk, but then stab you in the back. yay, cooperative living.

so i’m preparing for random people, most of whom i don’t even like, to invade my home & eat the homemade pizza, homemade ice cream cake, and homemade cherry lemonade i have slaved over in my neurotic urge to please people i don’t even care for–to be a good hostess even though i hate throwing parties….

ppbbtt!

tomorrow? maybe?

ps. check out this sweet dragon tattoo iggy got for his birthday.

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other kids had imaginary friends…i had an imaginary talent scout.

obviously this page needs waaaay more ink, but i wanted to prove that i am in the process of another page. plus it is kinda cool to compare the first with the finished.

i have been reading these comic collections published for kids called flight, edited by the very talented kazu kibuishi. i get them for my boy fidgit who is an artist and is reluctant to read. he loves them. i read them too and enjoy them as well. i was looking up the websites of the artists i like the best and realized that i still have a profile & blogs set up at blogger. my profile picture is a bit sexier there. i decided to leave it as is instead of updating it to the steampunk photo i use for most of my profiles.

https://www.blogger.com/profile/16892220361081374301

so now i am officially smeared all over the place–though not facebook nor anything that twitters.

but!

wordpress, tumblr, blogger, tapastic, deviant art, ello, and tsu. wait, is that all? surely my talent scout will find me now!

see, when i was a kid, i would imagine my talent scout was secretly following me around waiting for just the right moment to discover me. when i told this story as a “grown-up,” one cynical friend of mine asked me, “what’s your talent?”

this. this is it.

come & get me, mr. talent scout.