so i’m on my journey to be a crone. not that i slept well before that…but now, okay, i won’t go into details. but sleep is rough & dream-saturated.
dusty & i have this on-going “game” to see who can stay in bed the longest. we have separate rooms here because i kicked him out of mine. and he hates that i like to sleep. i think, even though he is naturally an early-riser, he resents that i sleep in. so it is rare that i get to just lounge around in bed. normally, i have to get up & walk the dogs & feed the minions, etc. dusty will get up, but since they are my dogs, he will not take them out when he goes out for his morning smoke. so charming. and many mornings, the kids will insist i have to be the one to feed them or take them to the bathroom.
but this morning!
this morning i got to sleep in!
it’s like a holiday or something. dusty was generous and took care of the dogs & kids. yay.
so i stayed in bed as long and i could. sleeping in every different position i could find. every pillow on my king sized bed that usually has two to three kids in it as well. it was empty and i slept all over it.
i think i was supposed to stay in bed as long as i did. if i had gotten up any earlier i would not have seen the “bed gremlin.”
you know how sometimes you can see a picture in the clouds, in the wood grain of a door, even on a chalk board that has been erased of words. you know how you can see images anywhere if you look?
i found a bed gremlin in the folds of a blanket as i laid towards one end of the bed, gazing at the other end. there he was. grinning at me. giving me a present of a daily picture for inktober.
thanks, bed gremlin!
i should stick to my chinese brush. i tried to use the paint program on my computer to cover up the words that surrounded this picture. i lack control…maybe it’s an unsophisticated program as well….
so this is a picture from my journal. when i don’t get a chance to work on comics, i try to at least draw in my journal. being that my personal/romantic life is crazy right now, the words written in my journal were a bit…er, crazy, as well. i didn’t think you should have to suffer that close of a view of my psyche. so i covered the words with red using “paint.” it’s not pretty, but it protects my audience.
i write fiction for a reason. the crazy of my real life needs to be buffered into fiction.
take dusty. my dusty. right now we are trying to get back together & be a family…but there is a stalker girlfriend factor. only i could be trying to raise four kids and date my ex-husband while some girl he fooled around with & is having difficulty breaking up with leaves garbage bags full of stuffed animals on our front step. should i do a journal blog telling the public of my psychotic personal life? or should i incorporate it into a fictional telling of a post-apocalyptic dystopia?
it will make a good story.
it does not make good real life.
anyhoo. the first draft of page 29 is done. i just have to flood it with ink now. using my chinese brush, of course. i like the way it looks. i like that i feel like my art is improving.
maybe i should learn how to use my paint program….
or maybe i should remain a stubborn luddite.
here is my latest page of moses jones. i’ve still got mj on my mind…even though i have been preoccupied with trials of the moonfish. but here it is nearing the end of the semester, so i am probably going to have to put all my time into my watercolor final (moonfish) and have to wait to do more of moses jones. maybe i can do some over winter break? i was going to quit school and become a full-time starving artist…but now i am thinking of becoming a full-time art student. will i have time to comic then? one of the classes i am registered for is figure drawing. maybe i can work some moses jones into my assignments for that class…hmm.
anyhoo, moses jones is a bit depressed. angry. bad relationship woes. no reflection on my own life, of course…merely coincidence…. up coming pages will have more interactions with the minions.